#so he’s just going to have to let some sass slide
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sparkletastic-cookiedough · 1 month ago
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“Father.” Nico and Hazel marched into Hades throne room. If they weren’t his kids, Hades would’ve smited them. Only his family had the privilege to act like that.
And Percy Jackson, but that was a different situation. Killing Percy would be asking for war, and, more importantly, Nico would be sad that his dad attacked his friend.
Hades tried his best to look impassive. “Son. Daughter. What brings you to my domain?”
Nico looked Hades in the eyes. “Do I have another sibling?”
What.
“Where would you get such an idea? Did you forget the oath I made to not have anymore children?”
“Well, your brothers both broke the oath, so…” Hazel said.
“My brothers” Hades spat, “are fools. I have no living demigods but you two.”
Hazel turned to her brother. “Maybe he’s a different pantheon, then. I told you not to jump to conclusions.”
“Sorry, Father.” Nico said.
“You are forgiven, my son.”
“Maybe we should get Annabeth’s help on this. She and Percy are always the best to talk to about other pantheons.” Hazel said.
Hades frowned. If only his precious children would come to their father with their problems. Hades wanted to help them, give them fatherly guidance. But his children were running off to other demigods? Hades had a brief thought of smiting the child of Athena for keeping away what was rightfully his, before brushing it off. Nico would be sad.
“I might be able to offer my assistance.” Hades said casually.
“I don’t want to bother you, Father, I’m sure you’re very busy.” Nico said.
“You’re already here, and I’m offering.”
“It’s not that important” Nico dismissed.
“So unimportant you came marching down into my throne room demanding answers?” Hades raised his voice.
“I already apologized for that! Gods, you’re so-“
Hazel interrupted before Nico could insult the lord of the dead. “Nico found someone who claims to be the ghost king on the internet.”
“Son, you cannot believe everything you read on those forums” Hades explained as though Nico was five.
“There’s more than that, though.” Nico turned on his laptop and showed the messages to his father.
DeadTired: Are you my brother?
TheGhostKing: ??? I don’t think so??? Then again, I did discover a sibling by complete surprise once, so there’s always a chance.
DeadTired: I get that, same thing happened to me.
TheGhostKing: Dude, maybe we are siblings. Is your dad an incredibly powerful man with delusions of grandeur and a creepy basement?
DeadTired: you really shouldn’t insult my father like that.
TheGhostKing: and you’re half human too?
DeadTired: yep.
TheGhostKing: another sibling, dang. It’ll be helpful to have more people that can fight baddies with me. High school is tough when you have to save your town from the latest wack job.
DeadTired: and the adhd and dyslexia sucks too
TheGhostKing: how did you know???
DeadTired: runs in the family. Me and my sister have it. By the way, where are you training? I haven’t heard of any siblings in either camp, but with the wars I might’ve missed something.
TheGhostKing: what wars?
DeadTired: …oh no. How old are you, again?
TheGhostKing: 19
DeadTired: you’re still alive, and you haven’t been to camp??? Hold up, I need to have a talk with my dad.
TheGhostKing: k.
Hades read through the messages. On one hand, it could be a demigod from the Norse pantheon or something. On the other hand, Hades got a distinct feeling of dread.
“I might know who this is.” Hades said. “I’ll call him” Hades reached into his pockets and pulled out a rotary phone (he had very large pockets).
“Now while I’m more familiar with sending physical messages, I believe texting is more polite these days, yes?” Hades looked up at his son for confirmation. Nico nodded, stunned at his Dad’s absurd decision to use ancient technology. If Nico could adapt to the times, so could his dad.
It would at least be less ridiculous than this- Nico watched as the king of the underworld spun the dial on the phone wildly, typing a message in the most inconvenient way possible.
Nico didn’t even know it was possible to send a test using a rotary phone. It probably wasn’t- but Hades had magic and whatnot.
The sound of the dial echoing around Hades’ massive throne room was the only disturbance for several minutes. Nico didn’t dare leave- his dad would be passive aggressive about it later if he did.
Finally, Hades inputted the last of the numbers.
Hades smirked, proud of himself. Whether that was since Hades thought he was with the times, or if this was some elaborate ruse on his children, Nico would never know.
“I have invited someone for a chat. I suspect he may be the friend you met online. He should arrive shortly.”
“You’re being very polite.” Hazel noted. Indeed- usually the gods wouldn’t ask for people’s presence like that.
“You seem surprised. Am I not normally courteous to you mortals?” Hades spoke with a bit of an edge to his tone.
All the answers Nico could think of were the wrong ones. Sure, Nico was sassy at times, but he actually did have self preservation, unlike Percy.
“If only Grandfather was as polite as you. He could’ve asked permission first before trying to take over the world.” Hazel expertly defused the situation with a joke.
While yes, their grandfather was a touchy subject, mocking the guy seemed to be a dead-certain way of relieving tension at a family reunion.
Hades laughed, a deep thing that made the earth shake beneath them. “Perhaps,” he started, losing his speech briefly in laughter before collecting himself again, “he could’ve asked permission before eating me alive.”
Nico laughed at the joke, pretending it was hilarious instead of uncomfortable.
The laughter eventually died down.
“What now?” Nico asked.
“We wait. I have a game of Scrabble, if you’d like to play? Athena has been raving about board games lately, and I’d prefer to play with someone whose company I actually enjoy.”
“I’m dyslexic.”
“Right. I’m sure I have some game you like…”
Nico picked the least offensive option. His dad was far too competitive to play monopoly or uno, and he’d rather crawl through Tartarus again than play cards against humanity with his dad.
Hades and his children all sat down for a round of Candyland.
//-\\-//-\\
After hades was sent back to the Candy Cane forest for the third time, (Nico was definitely cheating) a someone knocked on the door.
It wasn’t just any door, it was the one Hades had told his children explicitly never to touch. Hazel had her theories as to where it led, and most of those were unpleasant in one way or another.
Hades immediately stood up, and answered the door.
As it opened, green smoke poured out. Hazel peeked behind the forbidden doorway- the space flickered between a dark red sky, complete black, and a strange expanse of green and purple.
It hurt Hazels eyes to look at the shifting landscape, so she instead turned her eyes to the stranger at the door. He appeared a few years older than Nico, but that didn’t mean much with the Gods regularly shifting their appearance. His dark hair and impish grin made him look a bit like Percy. Something about his eyes though reminded her of death, something Hazel was fairly familiar with.
“Sup?” Said the man in the doorway to Lord Hades, King of the Dead, God of the Underworld.
Hades bristled a bit at the lack of respect, yet he didn’t smite or threaten the doorway guy- which pointed to Doorway guy being either a god or someone with enough power that he can afford to disrespect the gods like that.
Another point where he’s similar to Percy.
“I thought Princess Dorethea was teaching you manners- like the proper way to address a king.”
“Yeah, but you know I don’t like those stuffy titles and whatnot. If I don’t have to use them, I don’t.”
“Hm.” Hades grunted. Hades actually liked titles quite a bit, they made him feel important. He also enjoyed formalities to an absurd degree. He was the kind of guy who wore three piece suits to bed.
There was also the fact that Nico and Hazel knew quite well: Hades was just as petty as the rest of the gods.
A wide smirk spread across Hades face. “Son, Daughter, I would like you to meet High King of the Infinite Realms,” the doorway stranger rolled his eyes. “Child of the Veil, Guardian of doorways,”
“That’s enough” Danny looked embarrassed, as though Hades was showing off his baby photos.
“Traverser of Timelines, Hero of Amity Park”
“Seriously Hades, we don’t need to be here all night!” The guy lept at Hades.
“Breaker of the Flaming Siren, Weilder of Fear, Bearer of Mortality,” Hades continued on, dodging the kids attempts to silence him in good nature.
The guy was quite speedy with good reflexes, but Hades was a god who could turn into shadows. Eventually, the guy tired himself out.
“Please, oh great god of death, end this suffering.” The guy said, before lying on the floor and accepting his fate.
Hades, pleased with having made someone else beg for mercy, finished the titles with a grand “Danny Phantom.”
Danny waved from his position on the floor.
“I’m Nico.” He introduced himself, rather than letting his dad do it. Nico knew he didn’t want Hades to list off titles, since his dad would sneak in titles like “cleaner of bathrooms”, complete with paperwork to back it up.
“Let me get this straight.” Said Hazel. “You’re… a half-immortal kid who’s gone on some cool missions, and your kind-of-parent is the fabric between life and death, and the space between realities?” She summarized, having paid attention, since someone had to.
“Pretty much, yeah. I was a normal kid until a lab accident, and now I’m half ghost. Evil ghosts tried to invade my town, so I beat them up. Then I beat the king of ghosts, and now I’m the king of ghosts.”
“Sweet” Nico said. “I also beat up a ghost king- different ghost king- and now am the ghost king. Hades is my dad.”
“Wait… you wouldn’t happen to be DeadTired, would you? Cause otherwise there are three people who are Ghost Kings, and I don’t think I can keep up with that.”
“Yeah, that’s me.” Nico said.
“Nico freaked out and thought you were our sibling.” Hazel explained. “So he went to dad, and dad sent you a message.”
“Sweet. Well, now we know why there’s two ghost kings.” Danny said.
“How does this power structure thing work anyway?” Nico asked. “Like, if we both gave orders to a ghost, whose orders would the ghost have to follow?”
Danny laughed. “Ghosts? Following orders? I wish. Sure there might be laws and protocol, but they don’t matter that much when no one follows it.”
“They don’t just… obey your commands?”
“That would be so awesome if it worked. I could just command the ghosts to not attack people! But no, they have to go around fighting people, or trying to kill me, or feeding off human joy.” Danny rolled his eyes.
“Sounds more like monsters than ghosts.” Hazel noted.
“Yes, your definitions of ‘Ghost’ are a bit different.” Hades responded. “Daniel”
“Don’t call me Daniel.”
“-actually fights something more similar to physical manifestations of primordials. It’s a bit complicated.” Hades explained.
“Dang. You must be pretty powerful then.” Nico stated with a bit of awe.
“Sure, I guess. But you kinda have to be when dozens of ghosts keep trying to attack you. Your dad is one of the only ones who doesn’t bother.”
“His realm interconnects kingdoms of the dead, thus I qualify for ghost citizenship.” Hades said.
“Do I qualify for ghost citizenship?” Nico asked. “Shoot, will I need to pay ghost taxes?”
“You can be tax exempt because I say so.” Danny informed Nico.
“Wonderful that you give tax exemption to my son but not me.” Hades grumbled.
“You’re a god of wealth, you can pay taxes.”
“Maybe I’ll use my son to commit tax fraud.” Hades contemplated.
“Dude.” Danny’s eyes flared an acidic green. “Don’t talk about tax evasion in front of the tax enforcers. That’s tax evasion 101. Thats like keying a policeman’s car. It’s stupid.”
“Don’t threaten me, boy.” Hades sneered. The ground began to shake.
“Or what? Wanna go up against the ghost who beat Pariah Dark?” The temperature dropped to a chill. Nico could see his own breath.
“Child, you have no idea what you’re up against. I have power beyond what you can fathom.”
“So did Undergrowth, and I showed him who was boss.”
“Speaking of wealth” Nico interrupted, “they’re opening preorders for the Mythomagic video game, and you technically abandoned me in a hotel for years, meaning you owe me like eighty birthday presents.”
Danny glared. Hades sighed, and handed over his credit card.
“Get out of my sight.” Hades commanded.
Nico grabbed Hazel and Danny’s hands and shadow traveled away.
Back on the surface, Nico stumbled to the ground.
“You really shouldn’t antagonize the gods like that.” Hazel suggested to Danny.
“I could’ve taken him.” Danny shrugged.
“Hazel” Nico groaned from the floor. “I want my laptop, but I don’t want to stand. Grab it for me?”
“You’re lucky you’re my brother.” She retrieved Nico’s gaming laptop.
“Shh, I’ve only played Candyland all day. I’m ready for some real games.”
“You got Doomed on there?” Danny asked.
Nico grinned, excited to have finally found a fellow gamer.
//-\\-//-\\
Nico couldn’t believe it.
How dare some completely mortal person take the username TheGhostKing on twitch before he could?
Look, the human probably thought they were being funny, and they didn’t know that there was an actual ghost king with a throne and everything. That ghost king being Nico DiAngelo, son of Hades.
It wasn’t fair. It had taken Leo ages to manage to get a streaming setup for Demigods that didn’t attract monsters. Nico had set up an account as quick as he could, ready to showcase his gaming prowess to the world. (Nico did spend decades in a casino after all. He was an amazing gamer).
And yet, the title that was rightfully Nico’s had been taken.
Nico sent a message to the user, ready to fight for his claim. This could only go well.
//-\\-//-\\
Danny Fenton had no idea who was messaging him about being the actual ghost king, but they were a liar.
After all, Danny was the ghost king, he had won the title through combat fair and square. It came with a few responsibilities, sure, but Pariah Dark had been sleeping on the job, and no disasters had happened.
So he meant no disrespect to DeadTired22, it was probably just some weird kid pulling a prank on him.
But some of the things DeadTired said were… interesting.
DeadTired: I am the ghost king, I have a throne and everything.
TheGhostKing: I know the actual ghost king, and he said you’re lying.
DeadTired: Dude, I know this is probably some joke to you. But you, a foolish human unaware of your place in the universe, shouldn’t joke about things beyond your comprehension, lest you anger the very forces you imitate.
TheGhostKing: Bold of you to assume I’m human.
DeadTired: Who are you then? Midas? There’s a difference between “Ghost that is a king” and “king of ghosts”. I am the second. We are not the same.
TheGhostKing: Eh, why not spill to strangers on the internet? It’s not like you actually know me irl…
TheGhostKing: I’m actually only half human.
DeadTired: …are you my brother?
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navybrat817 · 4 months ago
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Sunrises and Sunsets
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Pairing: Ranch Hand!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky wants to watch a sunrise with you.
Word Count: Over 2k
Warnings: Fluff, reflecting, tooth rotting sweetness, a bit of sass, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: More Beach Fun Nonsense! Hope you lovelies enjoy. @bigtreefest requested for Ranch Hand!Bucky to either Go for a Swim (smut) or dig his Toes in the Sand (fluff - this won with my muse) with prompt #1 in bold. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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You woke up before the alarm went off thanks to Bucky. He normally did his best not to disturb your slumber if you didn't have to get up right away, unless he wanted you and you would gladly forgo sleep for that. But the soft kisses he placed along your shoulder and neck weren't rushed or needy. In the darkness you reached for his hand and felt him smile against your skin when you took it. It made you smile, too, and your heart beat faster in your chest. Waking up beside him was a gift.
“Morning,” you whispered, brushing some of the hair from his eyes when you turned to face him.
“Morning,” he whispered back, kissing the center of your forehead. “Time to get up.”
“No,” you groaned. You didn't glance at the time, but your inner alarm clock knew you had a few more minutes.
He chuckled and nipped your other shoulder hard enough to make you gasp. “Yes, Sunbeam,” he said, his tongue tracing the spot he bit. “Gonna watch the sun come up together before breakfast.”
“Why?” You asked. Today wasn't a special occasion or anniversary that you were aware of. He would have reminded you at some point or vice versa.
“Because I wanna watch the sunrise with you,” he replied, sliding a finger under your chin before you could hide your face in his chest. The room was dark, but you felt his gaze plead with you to get up. “Please?” He added for good measure.
With another groan, you gave in. “Fine,” you sighed, trying to hide your smile as you stretched under the sheets. You lucked out with Bucky when it came to small romantic moments. What other man would wake you just to watch the sunrise together? “Sun, breakfast, caffeine.”
“Turning on the light,” he warned, giving you time to cover your eyes when he leaned over to flip the lamp switch. He was thoughtful like that. “I didn't hear 'sex with my amazing boyfriend' on that list. Kinda hurts my feelings.”
You giggled and removed your hand, blinking more of the sleep from your eyes. “Sex is for after I have my caffeine.”
It was his turn to groan. “Fine,” he mocked in his best imitation of you, making you giggle again. You didn't always laugh this early in the morning and not every day began this bright, but every day was a bit lighter thanks to him. “C’mon. You can sleep later.”
“Whatever you say, Buckaroo,” you said as you sat up. You slid your feet into your slippers, your stomach fluttering because you know you didn't put them back in that spot yesterday. “Thank you,” you said, wiggling your toes.
“Can't let your feet touch the cold floor now, can I?” He winked, stretching as he stood up.
Your throat tightened. It was such a tiny gesture in the grand scheme of things, but it was the little things that mattered. They showed that he paid attention and cared. You tried to do the same for him, like cooking his favorite meals or drawing him a bath after a hard day. You hoped it was enough.
“You’re so good to me,” you said, holding your hands out so he could help you stand.
“We’re good to each other,” he said, pulling you up with ease.
The rough pads of his fingertips rubbed along your skin, a physical reminder of the work he put in day in and day out. His hands made a difference in the world and your life, his calloused touch telling hundreds of stories. Being part of his journey and creating a new story together was something out of a dream. The beauty of it was that your story wasn't over yet.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked.
“I’ll tell you when we go outside,” you replied, not wanting him to miss any of the view. “Do you need to put a shirt on?”
He pulled a hand away to pat his pocket before he smirked and pointed to his washboard abs. “These give me plenty of heat.”
Your gaze went to his torso, heat of your own spreading from your core. Working day in and day out kept him in great shape. He belonged on one of those cowboy romance novel covers. Or a calendar.
I could make a killing with a ranch hand calendar featuring all the guys.
“And for breakfast, I'll make you some humble pie. A big ol’ slice,” you teased.
“Mmm. Pie for breakfast. You do love me,” he joked.
“More than anything,” you smiled.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your mouth, tilting your world on its axis like always. “Love you, too.”
“You have to if you don't care about my morning breath,” you smiled.
He grabbed a couple of blankets as he led you out to the front porch, just in case there was a chill in the air. Another thoughtful gesture. Instead of taking you to the porch swing like you expected, he took you down the steps and laid out one of the blankets in the grass where you sometimes had picnics together.
“Why aren't we sitting in the swing?” You asked.
“I mean, we could sit in the swing and I can put my arm around you.” He sat down and spread his legs out in front of him, patting the spot between them. “But it’s easier to hold you like this and I wanna hold you when the sun comes up.”
“You’re such a sap,” you smiled, happily taking the spot between his legs. “But I like that.”
“You do know I’m only a sap for you, right?”
“I do,” you said, spreading the other blanket across your legs. “Don't worry. I won't tell anyone.”
“Too late. Everyone knows,” he smiled.
“True,” you said, tilting your head and taking the opportunity to kiss underneath his chin before you looked back at the horizon.
Exhaling, you pressed your back against Bucky’s chest and revelled in the warmth of his body as he wrapped his arms around you. He occasionally reminded you of the sun. He had fire within him and brightened your world just by being there. But to him, you were the sun.
We're each other's sun and moon.
“So, you just felt like watching a sunrise with me?” You asked.
“Just felt like it,” he agreed, holding you a bit tighter. “I’ve watched sunrises and sunsets more times than I can count, but it’s just different with you.”
“Why is that?” You asked.
“It may not make sense, but the sunrise just looks more beautiful and hopeful because I have someone to share it with. And people say sunsets are a way to reset, but I’m just thankful because it was another day I got to spend with you.” He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple as your heart swelled. “Each day is a blessing because you're in my life.”
You were on the verge of spilling tears, but managed to keep them at bay. “I feel blessed, too,” you whispered.
His chest shook as he chuckled. “I really am a sap.”
“Yeah, but you’re my sap,” you said, tracing the palm of his hand. It was a special thing to bring out that side of him. “You know how you asked me what I was thinking about earlier? I was thinking how your hands can tell so many stories. I think your wrinkles will tell stories, too.”
“My wrinkles?” He asked.
“Yeah. Each is a chapter in your story. Just like every scar,” you answered. Bucky thought every mark on your body was a thing of beauty. You wanted him to feel the same way about his. “They’ll say how you survived hard times. How you lived your life. How you loved.”
“You’re a sap, too,” he teased, catching your elbow before you could ram it into him. “Easy, I’m kidding. I think that’s a beautiful way to look at it.”
There was beauty all around you with Bucky.
“Well, the thought of getting older used to scare me, but it doesn't seem so bad because I have you. We won't have to do it alone. We’ll grow together,” you smiled, gazing at the sky that seemed to stretch on forever. “So when we're older and you have wrinkles and gray hairs, I want you to keep doing this: Wake me up for a sunrise just because you felt like it. Just because you wanted to share one more beautiful moment with me.”
“You wanna grow old with me?” He asked, his voice thicker than you expected. “And on those days, you’ll still love me? Wrinkles and all?”
“Of course, I do. And of course, I will,” you promised. You would love him no matter what. “And you’ll still love me when I grow old?”
“Forever and always,” he whispered, resting his chin on your shoulder when the sun began to rise.
Your heart raced as the hues touched the land you two shared, painting a canvas in glowing rays. He was right that the sunrise was more beautiful and hopeful because you had someone to share it with. And while you were certain there were others watching the sky, this felt like a new dawn just for the two of you.
“It really is breathtaking, isn’t it?” You smiled.
“You’re breathtaking,” he said, making your smile widen as your cheeks warmed.
“You flatter me, Buckaroo,” you said affectionately.
Bucky took a deep breath by your ear as you continued to look at the view. “Marry me, Sunbeam,” he whispered.
With wide eyes, you spun around in his arms. You didn't know it, but to him you looked like an angel with the rays growing brighter around you. “What?” You asked.
“Shit. I was supposed to ask you, not tell you. And I was supposed to have something special planned, but I keep carrying this around in case the time’s right and this just seemed right.” He swallowed before he reached into his pajama pocket and pulled out a small box. “It isn't much. Sure as hell isn't what you deserve and I'm sorry for that,” he said. You covered your mouth with a gasp when he opened it. Simple, beautiful, and a diamond that sparkled like the sun. To you, it was the most beautiful ring to ever exist. “But I love you and I want you to be my wife. I wanna grow old with you and I don't wanna tell the story of my life without you in it. I-”
“Yes!” You shouted into the morning air, knocking him on his back. You were lucky you didn’t knock the ring box out of his hand. “Yes, yes, yes! I’ll marry you!”
“I wasn't done with my proposal,” he chuckled.
“I don't care. I said ‘yes’. Now’s the part where you put the ring on my finger,” you smiled with tears in your eyes. He managed to slip the ring onto your finger with you stretched out on top of him. A perfect fit. “It’s beautiful. Don't ever apologize for giving me something so beautiful.”
The proposal was beautiful, too. It came from the heart at a time he knew was right. You couldn't ask for anything better.
I have the whole world because of you.
You swore you saw the sunrise in his eyes as he framed your face and smiled up at you. “Love you, Sunbeam.”
“Love you, too, Buckaroo,” you whispered, giggling. “And guess what?”
“What’s that?”
“I can change sex with my amazing boyfriend to fiancé,” you smiled.
“Why don’t we skip to that part? I’ll make sure you get some caffeine after,” he smirked. "Deal," you giggled again, leaning down to kiss him.
The sun continued to climb in the sky behind you as he deepened the kiss, bathing you in light as you celebrated the next chapter in your life together.
And with his ring on your finger, you knew you’d forever appreciate every sunrise and sunset even more.
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Anyone else get a cavity from this sweetness? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
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cyber333angel · 7 months ago
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DEALER!BARRY X SPOILED!READER X DEALER!RAFE <3
you get a little too “spoiled” when with your boyfriends — barry and rafe!
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it was the weekend, meaning it was time for shopping spree at the mall! strolling around the coach store of your favorite big building, you struggle to choose which bag your boyfriends would pay for. behind you they walked, talking while watching you happily trudge in front of them. “blueberry or cherry?” you ask holding them both up next to you, posing with them in your pink tracksuit . “you can get both of em mama.” barry tells you and rafe looks at him, “she doesn’t need both, you spoil her too much.” barry rolls his eyes, “s’not like we can’t afford it big bruh, if she wants it she can have it.” you squeal at his retort, and hug him. “thank you bear!” giving him an attack of kisses on his cheek. rafe sighs “that’s not the point. you know how bratty she gets when she thinks she can have anything she wants. don’t act surprised when she throws a tantrum cause she can’t have something.”
“mhm.” barry says walking to the other shelf of jewelry with you, looking back at rafe and stick your tongue at him and say “bleh!” he furrows his eyebrows and power-walks toward you, shrieking at his scariness, you run and hide behind barry.
after shopping, you arrive home at tannyhill. “thank you rafe!” giving him a kiss for funding half the shopping spree “thank you bear!” you give your other boyfriend a kiss for the other half of funding and take your bags up to your room, placing them in your walk in closet.
later on a friday, your sitting on the couch with rafe, watching tv while he scrolls through his phone. bored you say, “rafey can we go to the mall? I smelt this miss dior perfume last week and I really liked it but we never bought it.” he doesn’t look up from his phone. “no. we already went this week, no need to go for a while.” you pout at him, “no but I really need it! im going somewhere with-“ he cuts you off. “what i just say huh? no. getting so fuckin bratty this early in the morning..” you look at him with a vexed face and you mumble. “I bet barry would take me..so infuriating”
rafe looks up at you from his phone. “what’d you say?” trying to escape the scene, you get up and walk to the the kitchen telling him, “s’nothing!”
“what i fucking thought.” he says quietly but harsh enough for you to hear. barry comes home later at night finding rafe in the kitchen opening a can of beer. “yo country club.” he looks for you and doesn’t see you with rafe as you usually are at this time, he asks ” where’s our girl?” rafe chuckles “sleeping off the badass little attitude she had today.”
barry, confused on what attitude you could possibly have, “what’d she do?” sighing, rafe shoots him a look “she started acting like a fucking brat cause I told her she can’t go to the mall again as if we didn’t go this week already. it’s because of you she thinks she can always have her way.”
barry had always been the one to be the most lenient with you, he loved you and would do anything to protect his girl. and of course rafe loves you as well and would do more than anything for you, but someone had to keep you in check and it was always rafe. “well come talk to her with me then. we’ll set her straight.” you wake up to barry picking you up by the armpits, blinking awake and rubbing your eyes with your manicured nails , “mm hi bear..”
“hey princess, we gotta talk so let’s go downstairs and get something t’a eat alright?” he readjusts the satin bonnet sliding off your head, you nod at him still sleepy. gaining energy you sit on the island of your kitchen while barry fixes you some milk and and a grilled cheese. rafe stands in front of you, you roll your eyes following from the earlier argument. he jerks his head back from the sudden sass, “don’t roll your eyes at me, you know your manners.“ he looks back at barry, “ you-you see what im talking about right? she’s getting too fucking rude. what is it, you need some dick? what’s with the attitude?” you look at him with all seriousness in your face “I wanted to go to the mall rafe!” he breathes hard through his nose. “im fed up with you. barry go talk some sense into that girl before i bend her over the table i swear.” barry turns the stove off, finishing your grilled cheese and cuts it diagonally placing it next to you with a glass milk. “what’s going on going on sweet girl? I hear you throwing tantrums round’ this house, what’s that about?” you pout at him “rafes being mean t’me saying I can’t go shopping!”
“well you know if we tell you something your supposed to listen even if it’s something you don’t wanna hear.” he tilts his head at you “hm? now why don’t you gone head and apologize to polo boy over there f’me.” you look up at him and huff, turning your back to rafe sitting on the couch you shout “rafe could you come over here please!” he rises from his seat and walks over to you, “don’t yell in the fucking house. what is it? you gonna apologize for the way you been acting?” you nod, “mhm i just wanted to say m’sorry daddy. I didn’t mean to be a brat, you just get me nice things all the time, and i guess I got carried away! it won’t happen again, promise!” holding up your pinky finger to pinky promise your boyfriend, rafe chuckles, interlocking his pinky with yours. “thanks for the apology baby, your gonna be a good girl for the rest of the week right?” he says nodding his head waiting for you to agree, “mhm.”
barry interjects, “well I think our pretty girl deserves a reward for being a big girl today right?” and rafe bows his head in a agreeing motion diving in to kiss you deeply from the right side of your body. your other boyfriend on your left, slides his rough hands on your thighs. “open your legs f’me mama.” you split your legs apart revealing the wet spot on your pink laced panties and through your thin shorts. barry takes off your short sleeping pants as well as your panties, letting the shorts drop to the floor, he puts your pink lace into his pocket. bending down he kisses you up from your calfs, up to your knees and to your inner thighs. “you gone let me make you feel good angel?” you nod frantically through rafes kisses. barry hooks his biceps under your thighs to bring you now soaked cunt closer to his face. “you smell so fuckin sweet for daddy, love this pussy.” he spits on your bud, sucking it harshly, making you squirm around the table. you whimper into rafes mouth from the intensity of barry’s lapping. rafe lifts up your shirt exposing your breasts and starts to pinch your nipples, with a different hand he unbuckles his pants. he grabs your hand and pulls out his cock letting you stroke his length. whispering “fuck..” under his breath, you paw at him faster. you shiver when barry thrust his tongue into your wet cunt, he takes his tongue out and shoves two fingers in and the other hand rubbing furiously at your clit. you take the one hand you have left and grip at rafes shirt from the extreme stimulation of your cunt. “be a good girl and come for daddy.” your boyfriend below you says, finishing you off. you arch your back, “mmph!” stuttering into rafes mouth, he lets go of your moistened lips, his dick standing tall from your jerking at it. hiccuping you say “that felt so g-good daddy.. I want you in me now please!”
“course mama.” barry gets up and lifts you off the counter, guiding you to the couch in the living room, you take rafes hand and he follows behind you. barry unbuttons his pants and his cock springs out, average height but so unbelievably thick. he sits on the couch and pulls you close to him, you hover over him letting him position his dick into your slick cunt. sinking down he praises you, “goood girl. shit, you taking me so well angel.” you mewl at him “mm it’s so big daddy!” rafe watches the scene and stands in front of you, gripping your jaw to force you to look up at him. “you wanna make daddy feel good too right?” you nod frantically and he lets go of your face, holding up his cock with one hand he slaps it on your cheek and positions it into your mouth. he thrusts his cock into your mouth making you choke, gripping your neck to make your gullet feel tighter. behind you, barry’s fucking up into your cunt with wet sounds heard all around the living room. it makes your head spin and clench harder around his cock “you doing so well for us princess, see how being a good girl gets you a reward?” you can’t answer with your throat being used but you do agree. “this fucking mouth..god you feel so good.” choking, as rafe speeds up the pace, he releases his warm load deep into your throat, thrusting as deep as he can to make it stick. “you better swallow all of it sweetheart..shittt..” he takes his cock out your mouth looking at your face. he grabs you face again “stick out your tongue.” you do as your told, showing him your empty mouth, cum nowhere to be seen but in your stomach. “good girl.” your eyes are half lidded and you smile up at him, still getting pounded from behind. “f-fuck daddy your going too hard..” barry smacks your ass, a firm slap that makes you flinch “don’t say that shit.” you sob at the harsh tone. “m’sorryyy daddy, your just hitting it so deep!”
“yeah I know mama..im bout to finish.” he puts in his last brutal thrust. plap-plap-plap and you cry at the rapid pace, taking your hands and placing them on barry’s thighs, a weak attempt to slow him down. looking up at rafe he tells you to “move your fucking hands.” you flinch, removing them and instead you reach your hands out to rafe, interlocking your hands together. barry at his climax, nuzzles his dick deep into your pussy, burrowing his warm cum into your pussy. “mm felt so good..both make me feel so g-good, oh goddd!” twitching when barry pulls out your cunt, he gets up from under you. they both admire you as the cum leaks out from your abused pussy. “what a fucking view..” after they finish using you, rafe lifts you up “let’s get you cleaned up sweetheart, did so good.” barry cleans up the pillows knocked off from this whole affair and goes to the kitchen, putting your grilled cheese in the microwave for you to eat tomorrow. your boyfriends both clean you up in the tub, they wash you off and clean out the load still buried in your cunt. they change you into one of their shirts, placing you in the shared bed you lay between them. you mumble as you drift to sleep “bear and rafey..can I go shopping now?” they both chuckle at you still acting like spoiled brat. “sure sweet girl.” as you fall asleep in their arms.
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xx-lemon-drop-xx · 5 months ago
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How would NRC (only 18+ characters) react to their fem s/o texting them "Come here, I'm horny"?
I'm so sorry these are so short. Your girls getting a bit burnt out as of late for some reason. Anyways, I hope you like them <33
Warnings: MDNI, fem reader, suggestive but not really smutty, mentions of boners.
Request: Yes.
Words: 1,130.
Trey Clover
Trey was working on frosting a cake with Riddle when he received the text from you. And thankfully Riddle was short because he damn near choked at the message. A blunt, “Come. I'm horny." Was all you had sent.
However, catering to your needs, he let Riddle know something important had come up and he had to go tend to a leak in your roof. Riddle of course sensing the urgency had nodded with a simple; “Go, I can manage the frosting." Trey felt no remorse for fibbing to his friend and dorm leader, and went off to find you at Ramshackle.
Entering the broken down household he smiled gingerly over at you. "You needed me, peach? Go and lay back on the bed. I'll take care of you."
Cater Diamond
Cater was at the Light Music club when you texted him, and just in case it was urgent or some spicy drama from magicam had checked his phone right away. It was spicy, just in a way he hadn't thought it'd be. His face slowly flushed a red, gaining the attention of Kalim, who had asked if he was okay.
Cater cleared his throat, nodding. “Uh… Yes! Ah haha, I'm okay! Sorry, I just got distracted there for a minute.” While Kalim was none the wiser, the old fae on the other hand, was.
After he finished the club Cater quickly made his way to your dorm, shoving open your door he crawled over you, leaning down to press a searing kiss against you. “Hahh.. Babydoll, you can't just text me like that out of the blue!”
Leona Kingscholar
You really think this man was anywhere but napping?
He was less than amused to stir awake from his phone going off, alerting him of a text message. And for a moment he wasn't going to even answer it, rather he'd just roll over and go back to bed but something prompted him to pick up that phone and boy was he glad he did.
A smirk formed across his face and he texted back a simple “Omw" before rolling out of bed, hair messy and clothes disheveled before making his way to your dorm. He was there in record time, falling across your bed and grasping your hips to make you straddle him. Yeah, some pussy was definitely better than sleeping.
“Feeling like a whore? Then sit on this cock and take it like a good girl."
Vil Schoenheit
He was at a photoshoot when you texted him. He'd frowned slightly at your blunt order but underneath was particularly amused. His little potato needed him?
"You're going to have to wait, lovely. Photoshoot is almost over.” He could almost feel the way your lips puckered into a pout on the other side of the phone as he got back into position for another photo after his short break. Thirty minutes later he was leaving the photoshoot.
And fifty minutes later he was coming into your dorm room, sliding off his shoes and over coat before leaning over you on the bed, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “I'm sorry for being so long. Let me make it up to you, potato.” He dragged your hand up his leg onto the crotch of his pants, before moving to straddle you.
Rook Hunt
Was enjoying nature up in a tree when his phone buzzed in his pocket. On pulling it out and seeing your text message, you received back a slur of French, with a few heart Emojis after them. “English, Rook." His lips quirked at your sass. “On my way as we speak, Mon amour." He texted back, pocketing his phone before climbing down the tree.
Fast on his feet and in the area, Rook arrived at Ramshackle within five minutes. He hung his coat on the coat wrack and took off his shoes before padding up to your room.
“My petite amour, I have arrived.” He cupped your face, pressing light kisses against your chin and jaw. "Do tell me which part of me you crave first, Mon lapin.”
Idia Shroud
Thankfully Idia was in his room like always when he received your text. Instant red face. (And instant Idia jr peaking up but we don't talk about that) Almost thought you were tweaking or had text the wrong person, despite being your lover. However after getting his shit together he texts you back.
“Can you come here? I.. Might be in a predicament where I am unable to leave my room for a while."
When you came to his dorm instead of the other way around he had a pillow over his lap and his face and hair were both a light red in color. Grasping onto the pillow you pulled it off and crawled onto his bed after shutting and locking his door. Idia’s hands found purchase on your hips, pulling you down to straddle him. “Eheheh.. You have no idea how long I've waited for this." He grinned against your throat, before biting down on your shoulder to leave a hickey.
Malleus Draconia
Remains stone faced despite the very obvious tent rising in his trousers. If his tail were to be out it would've been wagging in slight excitement. Out of everyone, you might just be the only person to be able to boss around and command the prince of briar valley.
“You wish to mate with me? I will be over immediately, child of man." It takes him a moment to answer you. Not because he didn't see the message but because he still doesn't know how to use a phone that well still. Please be patient, he is very happy.
Appears outside your dorm as soon as he texts you back, eagerly knocking on your door in a beckon for you to let him in. As soon as you open the door he is grabbing you by the hips, guiding you against him. “My dearest peony, do feel free to seek me out everytime you have these feelings. I will be more than obliged to assist you.”
Lilia Vanrogue
Doesn't even answer your message. He was in history and then all of a sudden he was floating upside down in front of you. An amused look was on his face though despite the little grin his eyes were foggy with lust.
“Oh my what do we have here? Couldn't even keep your hands out of your panties in the short time it took me to get here? Fufufu~ let's have a look now, hmm?"
Lilia eagerly slots himself between your legs like he's always belonged there, nibbling and nipping at your legs as he makes his way up. “You taste exquisite, and I haven't even gotten to the main course yet.”
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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 7 months ago
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Part two to this story
After Jason's cruel display and your identity of Eddie's admirer being public knowledge, you're sure he will be disgusted. He hates you and your friends doesn't he?
Turns out you're in for a big surprise.
Minors shoo! Angst, fluff, sweet Eddie and reader taking no shit.
If you have any requests then send me an ask. My request rules are in my pinned post ❤️
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Hellfire Slut. The words had practically burned into your brain as you tossed and turned in bed. Jason's cruelty was nothing new but you didn't think he'd ever go this far.
It was bad enough that Eddie's best friend had caught you in the act of delivering the notes and the thought he could spill all to Eddie, you didn't expect your secret to come out in such a public way.
The notes that you had poured your heart to Eddie had been clear to see by everyone and you felt sick to your stomach. You didn't care that people knew you were smitten with Eddie, it was the fact that he was probably disgusted that you had feelings for him.
You dreaded going to school but you knew you had to face Eddie and Jason at some point. It didn't stop nightmares plaguing your mind all night about what would happen come first period.
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Homeroom was the first thing today before any other classes, you try not to draw attention to yourself as you slide into a seat at the back of class. However it feels like all eyes are on you today, Chrissy takes the seat beside you and holds your hand giving it a tight squeeze, it makes you feel a tiny bit better.
Mrs Jones isn't in class yet so chatter buzzes around you incessantly, your skin tingles as you feel Eddie's gaze on you a few times, try not to look up into those pretty brown eyes.
One of Jason's friends called Tyler smirks at you, he's sitting beside Jason and says loudly for all to hear. "So little miss perfect likes a freak in the sheets huh? Who would have thought?" there's a little ripple of laughter that's quelled by Chrissy's vicious glare. She's normally a sweetie so seeing her pissed shut everyone up.
Ignore him. Just ignore him you chant in your head but he still continues. "You know I was going to ask you out but fuck that. You're a dumb little bitch"
There's a collective silence as you hear Eddie's metal lunchbox drop to the floor. To your surprise he's glaring daggers at Tyler, you also notice that his knuckles are bruised. What the hell happened?
"Oooh you're in luck sweetcheeks, maybe Munson likes you back and the two of you can be freaks together"
You're fraying control over being calm snaps. Screw this. You weren't going to sit and let him run his mouth or let anyone like him or Jason make you cry again.
"You can admit to everyone you're jealous Tyler it's okay. We all heard about the little problem you have, Stacy told us all about how disappointing you are" you fake a sympathetic smile at him and his eyes nearly bug out of his sockets.
Jason looks ready to say something but you don't give the satisfaction of listening to the bullshit he says. "I couldn't be less interested in what you have to say Carver, you're a pathetic, nasty little worm"
While sassing Jason you miss the look of awe on Eddie's face. Gareth snorts at Eddie's stunned look.
"Dude, I really do think I'm in love" Eddie murmurs sounding almost reverent. Gareth sighs. Maybe now Eddie knew it was you that sent the notes the two of you could get together and he could get a minute of peace.
Meanwhile you lean back in your seat relieved as Mrs Jones comes in. There's still a question that's nagging at you though.
"Chrissy, why are Eddie's knuckles bruised?"and that's when Chrissy launches into the tale of how Eddie punched Jason after you left yesterday.
Hearing this makes a small bubble of hope build up inside of you. Maybe just maybe Eddie feeling the same for you might not be as hopeless as you first thought.
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After a few fruitless attempts Eddie manages to track you down as you're coming out of cheer practice with Chrissy. She gives you an impish, knowing smile as she leaves you and Eddie to talk.
Telling Jason and Tyler what you thought about them made you feel a little bit better for a while, boosted your shattered confidence but now Eddie was around and you could feel that confidence crack.
What was he about to say? Was he going to tell you he was disgusted?
"You don't have to be nervous princess" you feel your nerves dissipate at his soothing tone.
"I know you thought the notes were a joke but they aren't Eddie, I've really fallen for you. I was crushing on you for such a long time. That's why I wrote the notes in the first place, I was worried if I told you in person that you would be disappointed" the words all come out in a rush and you feel relieved getting it all out.
He shakes his head. "I mean I would have been surprised but the way you spoke in the notes...how could you ever think I'd ever be disappointed sweetheart?" His words fill you with hope, a warm and fuzzy feeling in your chest.
"You know because I'm from the dark side" you murmur and he frowns. His hand reaches out to hold yours and you wince at the bruising on his knuckles.
"You didn't need to do that Eddie, I don't want you hurt" he shrugs as if it's no big deal.
"It was worth it. You're worth it"
Eddie gently takes your hand and kisses it, "I fell in love with you through what you said sweetheart, I want to know all about you. I don't give a fuck about who you're friends with or if you're part of the dark side. I just want to be with you".
A slow smile works it's way on your face and you lean forward and kiss him, continue kissing him until you're both a little dazed and smiling goofily at each other.
"Uh maybe we could go out for Milkshakes after school, if you want princess?" you nod feeling the bubble of excitement in your belly.
After all that worrying you were going on your first date with Eddie and you couldn't wait.
Maybe happy endings were possible after all ❤️
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oddinary4bts · 6 months ago
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Chasing Cars | ch 4.5 (jjk)
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☆summary: when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
☆pairings: brother's best friend!Jungkook x younger sister!female reader
☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, some chapters contain mature content)
☆genre: forbidden love?au, college!au, slice of life!au, smut, angst (as usual a lot of it), fluff
☆warnings: explicit content: mentions of jerking off and of fingering/cum play
☆word count: 852
☆a/n: please enjoyyyy this one made me v soft
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☆series masterpost
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If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol
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Campus is encased in ice, frozen on the spot in a magical way. Jungkook has been admiring it as you walk together, and he wonders where the magic of the moment truly lies. Is it in the ice coating everything, or in your presence next to him?
He pushes the thought away, trying to focus on what you’re saying.
“And then I was sick the whole night,” you say, retelling him a story of the first - and last - time you drank vodka.
He laughs. “You’re not supposed to drink a whole bottle to yourself, you know that?”
You glare at him, your eyes narrowed. “No way,” you let out. “I would have never guessed that.”
He grins at your sass, teasingly nudging you with his elbow. You shriek, almost slipping on a patch of ice, but he’s quick to grab your arm, steadying you. You look up, startled, your eyes going wide as you meet Jungkook’s gaze.
His heart picks up in his chest as blush creeps on your cheeks, and he’s struck thinking you truly are the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. He can hardly believe last night happened - you’re too pure to have partaken in the action that unfolded in your bedroom, like maybe he stained you. And he wouldn’t be surprised if he did. His heart clenches in his chest at the thought, and he lets go of you.
“You okay?” he asks, gulping.
You nod, taking a deep breath as you look away from him. “Yeah. You?”
Jungkook chuckles. “How could I not be, when I’ve got you by my side?”
He immediately cringes at the words, at the truth they hold, and his thoughts slide to Taehyung. What would Taehyung say if he heard what Jungkook said? If he knew the kind of things Jungkook thinks about you?
You roll your eyes, looking up to the sky as if searching for salvation. “You’re annoying, you know that, right?”
“You love it, peach,” Jungkook teases, trying to ignore the way his heart warms in his chest.
It’s been doing that on and off since yesterday, since he kissed you like you were the last two people on Earth. He hates it, hates the roller coasters that it’s been taking him on. It makes him feel vulnerable, and it’s not a feeling he enjoys at all.
Not when it brings back a share of insecurity he thought he’d gotten rid of when he started college.
You make a noncommittal sound, and then lead Jungkook towards the library building, though you both have no intention to go in. Jungkook follows you, listening to you as you start talking about a class you hate - biochemistry? - and he laughs when you tell him how the professor barely speaks English to begin with.
“I have a professor like that in econ too,” he admits. “I’m sure she is incredibly intelligent, but it’s so hard to actually understand what she’s saying that I feel like we’re never talking about the same thing.”
“Right!” you exclaim. “It’s annoying. Like we’re a good college, they could at least make sure the professors speak decent English.”
Jungkook agrees, but he doesn’t say anything. Indeed, his attention is elsewhere. He notices your friend in the distance, the shy one, and his lungs freeze for a second before he grabs your arm, pulling you in the other direction.
“What are you doing?” you let out, sounding slightly offended.
“I’m hungry,” Jungkook states, offering you a lopsided grin that he hopes serves as a good enough distraction. “Want to go home and grab something to eat?”
You frown for a few seconds, looking up at the sky. The clouds have been slowly dispersing, and blue peeks from behind them, revealing that the sun has started its descent towards the horizon.
“You’re always hungry,” you reply, letting out an annoyed huff.
“And what about it?”
You laugh at his words, and Jungkook grins, his heart skipping a beat in his chest yet again.
Taehyung, he reminds himself. 
He desperately needs to get a grip of himself before things get out of hand. Though, he reckons they’ve gotten out of hand already. They’ve gotten out of hand when he jerked off under your watchful gaze yesterday night, fingering you with his cum after. They got out of hand even before that, when he decided to kiss you and pull you on his lap until all the thoughts he’d been trying to ignore since the beginning of the semester last year came forth, screaming in his head until he couldn’t ignore their existence anymore.
He sighs, burying his hands in the pockets of his pants as you walk, if only so that he doesn’t reach to grab your hand. He’s like a kid next to you, like a dumb teenager who’s never seen a girl before. 
He hates it, almost as much as he loves the excitement that it brings. It’s all too confusing, but he figures that, as long as the power outage is still going strong, he can pretend that it doesn’t matter.
Reality is bound to hit again soon anyway.
Read chapter four here!
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hope you guys enjoyeddd!! jungkook is such a mess lmao :') let me know what you think!
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rosiehrs · 2 months ago
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roster | mikha lim.
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part one of three.
summary ; excitement was something she was missing and you provided it for her. she thinks you're clueless, but she doesn't know that every move she's made has already been played by you.
pairing ; mikha lim x fem!reader
content ; mikha goes to admu, reader goes to up, mikha volleyball player, BABAERO CONYO MIKHA!!!, hookup culture, half smau...., suggestive, read to see ^-^ !!! taglish w eng translations!
genre ; fluff, angst
wc ; 3.8k
playlist here !!
a/n ; thank u @heybeautifulstranger for helping me translate hehe labyu
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mikha loved volleyball. without it, she was nothing. at least, that's what she believes.
she put all her time and effort into the sport, disregarding everything else to improve herself. she was already the star player; every young person in the country was familiar with the name ‘mikha lim’. although the girl was incredible at her sport – that wasn’t the reason why she was so well known.
mikha was attractive. she knew that and apparently everyone in the country did, too. people came to her games to watch her play, but not watch her play. mikha wished people focused more on her performance as an athlete, but she wouldn’t lie and say she didn’t like the attention. support was still support.
“huy, friday night na at nagpapractice ka pa? late na, mikhs. umuwi ka na. (it’s friday night and you’re still practicing? it’s late, mikhs. you should go home.)” her coach advised, putting equipment away. mikha laughed, gripping the ball she held. “not yet, coach. may energy pa ako. (i still have energy.)”
“baka namimiss ka na ng jowa mo. (your girlfriend might miss you already.)” she teased, earning another laugh from the star player. “i don’t have time for a relationship po.”
“oo nga, baka magalit ang mga fangirls and boys mo. (that's right, your fangirls and fanboys might get mad)” she joked, mikha rolling her eyes playfully. she threw the ball over to her coach, deciding to pack up for the night. “i can’t have a jowa when i’m supposed to be the nation’s girlfriend!” she grabbed her bag and water bottle, turning to her coach who was clearly amused by her answer. “i’ll go home na po, night, coach! see you next week.”
“bye, mikhs.”
she gets into her car, checking her phone for the first time in hours. dozens of notifications flooded her phone as soon as she changed her focus from do not disturb. ranging from message requests sent by ambitious and confident (delusional) fans to thirsty comments on her posts to getting tagged on edits, and so much more.
she ignored all of them and immediately checked her messages.
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when she said she had no time for relationships, she meant it. but that didn’t mean no time for some fun. she drove home to freshen up and get ready to meet up with her friends.
the loud and busy atmosphere always amuses mikha. while some people enjoy quiet and intimate places, mikha enjoyed the club. 
“lim! over here!” kyle, one of her friends, calls out. she made her way past the sea of dancing drunks and sat with her group. “get me a drink, kyle.” she said, making the group laugh. “wow, hello to you, too.” he sassed before getting up to get mikha’s go-to. “sinong target mo today, mikhs? (who's your target of the day, mikhs?)” evan asked with a smirk on his face. “kakarating ko lang, van. (i just got here, van.) let me drink first, then that question will be easy to answer.” 
kyle shortly came back to the table with mikha’s drink, sliding it over to her excitedly. “thanks, kyle.” she dragged, taking a sip from the glass. “okay, you drank na. who’re you going after?” evan pushed, causing the group to laugh. “what if you just sit and relax, mikhs? it won’t hurt to go a night without sleeping with a random girl.” aiah suggested, foolishly, mikha thought. she scoffed, shaking her head. “ate aiah, where’s the fun in that? besides, i’m not in the mood to sleep with someone tonight.”
“then?”
“baka make out lang... (probably just make out...)”
and that’s exactly what she did.
as soon as she got a little tipsy, she moved to the dance floor and picked a girl up without even trying. she pushed the girl against the wall, her lips on hers and hands on her waist. mikha had no idea what her name was or where she came from. they made small talk before, but mikha didn’t bother listening. she knew where this was gonna lead and she didn’t want to waste time remembering details about someone she was never going to see again. 
she pulled away from the girl, who’s eyes twinkled with excitement. “this was fun, thanks…?”
“jen! my name is jen! but it’s okay if you don’t remember! you wanna get out of here? we can get out of here!” she asked, eager to spend more time with mikha. she slowly let go of jen’s waist, squinting her eyes before shaking her head. “nah, i’m good. you have a good night, though.” and with that, she left the girl alone in the bathroom stunned and embarrassed. 
she made her way back to her group’s table, all eyeing her with amusement in their eyes. “what?” she asked, grabbing a fry from the basket they were all sharing. “who was it?”
“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” she shrugs, grabbing another fry to try and end the conversation.
“maybe you should check your hair and makeup before you leave the bathroom, lim.” kyle teased, catching mikha off guard. “shit, is it bad?”
gwen laughed before passing her a wet wipe. “nakakatawa ka, mikhs. (you’re funny, mikhs)”
“i don’t even remember her name. it was like jane something..?”
“jen?! jen santos?! you made out with jen santos?!” evan yelped, letting out the biggest laugh. “what’s wrong..? she was pretty.”
“yeah, she’s pretty. but she’s like.. obsessed with you. i heard she’s been trying to catch you at one of these things so she’s gone to every club in the area.”
“are you being for real..? what if we’re talking about different jens?” mikha suggested. but evan was quick to whip his phone out and show her jen’s account. “is this her?”
“oh..”
evan let out another laugh, causing kyle to laugh with him. “she’s just gonna keep coming here now! we need to find another place!” they joked, earning an eye roll from her. “she’s probably not that bad, you’re just–”
“mikha!” a voice calls out, catching everyone’s attention. it was jen. she walked over to their table a little too excitedly, standing over mikha and placing her hand on her shoulder. “i think you should rethink your decision, malapit lang ang place ko! (my place is near!) we could dip right now.” she offered, trying to be seductive. “ah.. i’m good, jane.” mikha replied, removing her hand off of her shoulder. “it’s jen, pero okay lang! (but it’s okay!) you wanna sit with me? nakaupo lang ako doon. (i’m just sitting there)”
“i’m good.. i’m here with my friends. you have a good night, though.” she smiled politely, trying her best to send her away. “oh, okay! i’ll catch you mamaya (later)! i’ll get your number or something.” 
mikha simply nodded as the girl walked away, extremely giddy from the interaction. “shit.. no wonder why it was so much easier.” they all laughed at her, echoes of various comments following. “this is why you should’ve listened to me and stayed still.” aiah joked, but meant it.
“next time, i won’t even look at a girl.” her friends snickered knowing that would never be possible.
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you were a casual sports enjoyer, being in a sports enthusiastic school – you couldn’t escape it. everyone would go to all the games, basketball, volleyball. it was one of the few things that brought everyone together, but it never came above your academics. 
it wasn’t like all you did was study, you liked to think you had a healthy school life balance, going out with your friends whenever they wanted to hang out, seeing some people here and there. you were able to maintain a good social life with good grades and that was more than some people could wish for. 
and your unexpected ‘attention’ really did help you get through a lot. it all started when you helped your best friend, jay, out with his band, x:o’s set at a local event. they were starting to become popular, their songs being played across the country. they were heavily praised for their good music and well.. good looks. 
x:o consisted of five members, jay, jake, stephen, ricky and evan. they were indeed a group of attractive young men and managed to put out really good music. after the gig, the group’s account dedicated a post thanking those who helped out and you managed to catch the eyes of a lot of fans. 
after the post, your social media accounts started to gain traction, earning a few thousand followers in the time span of a week. you appreciated the attention, but with your focus on school, you were never really active on social media, only posting a few pictures and a few tweets here and there. the attention only grew from there as more and more people started to approach you, later sharing on social media how kind and down to earth you were or how pictures didn’t do you justice. jay teased you for it all the time, joking about how he should be your manager since he’s the reason why all of this started. 
your entire friend group has never missed a gig of theirs, but people only ever pointed you out. you and jay started to gain attention as a pair, people getting suspicious by how close you were, eventually leading to them thinking that you were dating. both of you never made an effort to shut the rumours down as you simply didn’t care. (and it helped jay a little with the people who would flirt with him)
your group would laugh at the posts knowing that you looooved women. you were jealous of jay because of the girls that would approach him; some very attractive girls. ‘i should’ve joined a band’ you would joke whenever a girl would speak to him.
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x:o landed a gig at the vault, a very popular club in the area. every weekend this place was crowded, which is why this gig is a big deal. jay was setting up with his band while the rest of you (except angelo) had started drinking. “thanks sa food, ate jho! (thanks for the food, jho!)” sheena shrieked, stuffing her face with the food jhoanna bought for her. “wala yun… dapat magpasalamat ka kay y/n kasi treat niya ‘to. (it’s nothing, you should actually be thanking y/n since this is her treat.)” she glared, causing you to laugh. “okay lang yun, jho! libre kita next time, bribe lang kasi ‘to. (that’s okay, jho! i’ll take care of it next time, this was only just a bribe.)”
“ang daming tao rito, mga walay batasan. (there are so many people here, people with no manners.)” colet commented, kissing her teeth and subtly glaring at everyone she saw. “yun oh, yung naka green, suntukin ko siya, beh– (that one, the one wearing green, i’m gonna punch her–)”
“nakarating pa lang natin, may suntukin ka agad? (we just arrived and you’ve already found someone to punch?)” 
whilst your group started bickering about colet’s impulsive (and violent) thoughts, the nation’s girlfriend had arrived with her group of friends. “guys, we were just here last week.” mikha complained, getting dragged by kyle. “since when have you ever been against clubbing?” kyle asked, “besides, we’re here for evan. supportive friends tayo diba? (we’re supportive friends, right?) our little rockstar, performing at our favourite club. full circle moment na ‘to, guys. umiiyak na ako. (this is a full circle moment, guys. i'm crying now.) ” the girls rolled their eyes at his drama, hitting him with teasing comments about how lame he was.
your two groups were together more often than anyone realised. despite having friends in the same band; your friend groups never came in contact with each other. jay was familiar with evan’s friends and evan was familiar with jay’s friends, but their friends knowing each other wasn’t the case.
mikha slid over to the bar, smiling at the bartender as a non-verbal order. she was here all the time and was very familiar with all the staff. while waiting, she looked around to observe the crowd and her eyes landed on an unfamiliar face. she stared at you for a few seconds, growing more and more curious as she watched you from a distance. feeling someone’s gaze, you turned to the side and locked eyes with the particular redhead. the both of you held eye contact until a glass was placed in front of her. she turned away from you to thank him and immediately turned her head back to your direction, but to her disappointment; you were gone. 
she brought her drink over to their booth, everyone curious about her expressions. “nangyare? (what happened?) you good?” gwen asked, concerned. “yeah, i just think i found my girl for the night.”
“ayan ka na naman. (here you go again.)” aiah sneered, shaking her head. “sino ba? (who is it?)” 
“i don’t know yet eh, but i’ll find out.”
you got back to your group with snacks in hand, sitting down next to sheena. “nakita ko yung atenean na volleyball player (i saw that atenean volleyball player). the redhead.” 
“ah, mikha lim? nandito siya? (she’s here?)” jhoanna asked. “is that her name?”
“yeah, kaibigan ata siya ni evan. bakit? (i think she’s friends with evan. why?)” gelo replied, throwing a peanut into his mouth.
you shrugged and took a sip of your drink, “wala lang (nothing), she’s pretty.”
“her fans call her the nation’s girlfriend,” gelo added, making sheena giggle. “seryoso! (i’m serious!) babaero yan. (she’s a player)”
“ang corny, (how corny)” she added. you rolled your eyes at her, although you did agree. but you did see why they called her that. you only needed one glance to see that she was attractive. 
as time went by, more drinks were bought. kyle was already failing to stand up straight and the band had yet to start. both groups made their way to the front of the stage, cheering as the much anticipated band started preparing for their entrance. “the vault, let’s make some noise!” cheers erupted as the five members walked onto the stage, all their faces laced with excitement and determination. “are we ready to have some fun tonight?” jake beckoned with his bass guitar in his hand. the cheers grew louder, all of you grinning at jay as you saw the excitement on his face, “this is ‘looking for somebody (to love)’, hope you enjoy!”
the familiar guitar melody started playing, jay and stephen immediately getting into it. everyone in the crowd started dancing along as jay started singing the first verse. mikha coolly bopped her head to the music, trying her best to avoid contact with random strangers. you were on the other side of the stage as she caught your eye, her red hair made it easy for her to stick out in a crowd. you admired how elegant her small movements managed to be, smiling briefly as you watched her dance with her friends. coincidentally, she looked up and locked eyes with you once again. a small smirk crawled across her face, pleased with the fact that she had your attention in this crowd. you sent a small smile her way before turning away to dance with jhoanna. she couldn't tear her eyes off of you. she needed to have you.
a few songs after, the crowd seemed to quiet down. “should we slow it down a little? gusto niyo ba? (would you guys like that?)” jay asked, playing with his earpiece.
“this is fallingforyou.”
What time you coming out? 
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mikha turned to find you, seeing you leaning on colet. you felt her gaze on you, tilting your head as your eyes met once again. she was amused, but she didn’t know why. there was something about you that was so alluring. she moved to face the band before turning back to look at you, but you were gone. again.
“uh, guys, i’ll be back.” she said, eyes searching through the crowd to find you. “yeah, yeah. have fun, mikhs.” they replied, knowing what she was leaving to do.
she pushed past dozens of people on the dance floor, relentlessly trying to find you. after getting past what felt like hundreds of people, she finally found you standing against a wall near the side exit with your arms crossed. 
“eager, are we?” you asked as she walked towards you. “no.. not really. i mean, you must be though, right? leaving the crowd to wait for me here?” she grinned, standing over you. “who says i’m waiting for you?”
“your eyes are telling me everything i need to know.” she mumbled, hand travelling to your waist. “everything? really?” 
And on this night and in this light
“am i wrong? do you have something else to say to me?” 
you hummed, pretending to think, letting her pull you closer towards her. “bilisan mo na. (hurry up.) i’ve been thinking about you for almost an hour now. my patience is running out.” she complained, ducking her head into your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo. your breath hitched as her face moved closer to yours, “can i?”
you replied by grabbing her neck and placing your lips eagerly onto hers. mikha let out a breath of content, pleased with the contact you two were finally making. she gripped onto your waist, soothing you with caresses every now and then. 
I think I’m falling, I’m falling for you
your lips moved against each other with vigour, pouring out all of the lust and need you managed to have for each other in a short period of time. for the first time in forever, mikha was excited. she loved the feeling of your lips against hers, the faint scent of your shampoo, how you felt in her hands. she didn’t want to stop kissing you.
you pulled away briefly, placing your head on her shoulder, trying to catch your breath. “you.. i...” she began, unable to form words. you laughed and patted her cheek, not bothering to speak as you knew you’d go through the same struggle. “you wanna get out of here?” she managed, looking down at you with lidded eyes. “i’d love to, but i’m here with my friends.” you answered, the taller girl clearly not pleased with your answer. “please,” she whined, wrapping her arms around your waist to bring you into a hug. “i don’t even know your name, i can’t leave with you.” you laughed, hugging her back regardless. “my name’s mikha, can we go now?”
you laughed once again against her shoulder, shaking your head. “well, mikha. i still can’t leave with you.” 
“thank you all so much! we’re x:o, we hope to perform for you guys again soon! mag ingat kayong lahat! (take care everyone)” you heard from the speakers, causing you to fix your posture. you slowly let go of mikha, getting an annoyed groan out of her. “i have to go, it was nice meeting you, though! mag ingat ka, ha? (take care of yourself, okay?)”
“wait, what?”
“i’ll see you, mikha.” you smiled, locking lips with her once more before you ran into the crowd to find your friends. 
“wait! i don’t even know your name!” 
mikha groaned, throwing her head into her hands. who cares if you were with your friends? she could take care of you (in more ways than one). she stayed there for a few minutes, trying to fight off the warm feeling you left her with. she made her way back to her friends shortly after, evan finally joining them. “mikhs! i was wondering if you were gonna come back. you okay?” aiah asked as she sat down next to her. mikha defeatedly dropped her head onto aiah’s shoulder and sighed, “yeah..” was all she let out.
she felt frustrated, you brought her so much excitement and even if she wanted to do it again (which she did); she wouldn’t be able to. this was the first time she wished she made some sort of small talk before, because other than the taste of your lips and the scent of your shampoo – she knew nothing about you. 
you rushed back to your friends, blindly trying to fix your appearance before reaching them. you saw colet waiting besides the door that led backstage. “well, well, well.” colet began, “nakakatawa ka talaga, beh. (you’re really funny.)” she laughed before dragging you inside. “look who i found. bumalik siya, guys. (she came back, guys.)” you rolled your eyes at her before hugging jay, “good job, jayboy! you did great tonight.”
“eh, pano mo malalaman? nawala ka bigla. (how would you know? you just disappeared.)” sheena joked, sticking her tongue out at you. “i heard the entire set! ano ka ba? (what are you saying) i was just doing something.” "right.. right.. you should fix your makeup, y/n. that something didn't really hold back."
“what?!” you asked, grabbing the mirror jhoanna was holding out for you and immediately turned around in embarrassment. you quickly tried rubbing the lipstick marks off your face as your friends laughed at you.  
“whatever, guys. basta (anyway), good job, jay.” 
he laughed but was thankful for the support. "it's okay, y/n. it's a club! i encourage this behaviour, in fact - i endorse it." you rolled your eyes at him as he slung his arm around your shoulders. "let's go na? back to mine? we can get food and drinks on the way." he suggested, wanting a more intimate celebration. "paano ang mga bandmates mo? celebration niyo? (how about your bandmates? your celebration?)" angelo asked. "we had our little moment na after the show. bukas yung celebration namin. okay lang. ready na ba tayo? (we'll have our celebration tomorrow. it's okay. are we ready?)" you all agreed and hurriedly made your way out of the venue. 
mikha spent the rest of the night trying to find you, not knowing you left from the back exit.
“god, mikhs. who the hell did you hook up with? you’ve been so out of it since you came back.” kyle commented, evidently noticing her friend’s odd behaviour. “i wish i knew, i literally don’t know what her name is. i feel like an idiot, i begged her, for fuck’s sake. i don’t beg.” she complained, taking another sip of her drinking, causing aiah to take it away. “okay, that’s enough for tonight. lasing ka na, uminom ka na ng tubig. (you’re already drunk, you should drink water now.)” mikha groaned at her but listened anyway.
“can you describe her?”
“ganda. pretty. cute. ganda. hot. pretty. gwapa. i don’t know,” she slurred, slamming her head down on the table dramatically. “whatever, i don’t even care.” she continued.
mikha got over you the next day, but slowly, a week went by and you still occasionally managed to cross her mind. she still wondered about who you were and unfortunately still wanted to see you again, but there were plenty of fish in the sea and you know, it wasn’t that serious.
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– hope u enjoy..... @yumtooki :3
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winchestersisterimaginessss · 3 months ago
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Request: id luv if u could make one of car crash with the Impala and she gets pretty bad if she survives or nah it's up to u thanx
A/N: I hope you like this! Please comment if you like this so it helps me figure out if I should continue writing or not! Requests are still open. I have a ton of them that I’m working on and they are all such good ideas!
Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader
Warnings: Car accident
You bounced down the halls trying to find Dean. You turned into the kitchen and saw him sitting at the table.
You grinned, “Oh Deanooooo!” You sung with a big smile on your face as you made your way over to him and sat down.
He looked at you and sighed, “what are you going to ask me for?” He asked before chuckling, already knowing you were scheming for something.
“Pretty pretty please can I take the Impala to go get ice cream?” You asked, sliding off the seat and landing on your knees into a praying position in front of him.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, “didn’t I just get you an entire gallon of ice cream the other day?” He asked.
“Okay yes and then you proceeded to finish the entire thing!” You whined.
“Okay yeah, I did do that didn’t I?” He asked laughing at himself before shrugging and giving an oops expression.
“Yeah you did,” you sassed, “so can I please take the Impala to get some more?” You begged still on your knees in front of him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, fine.” He said, shooing you away.
“Wooooooo!” You cheered in victory and jumped up off the floor before turning back to Dean. “Do you want something?” You asked, already knowing that he was going to.
“Hmmm can you get me a rocky road with hot fudge?” He asked. You nodded and went to walk away before you heard him shout again, “wait with m&ms too!”
“Got it!” You said.
“And whipped cream!” He exclaimed.
You chuckled and turned back around to look at him, “just text it to me Dean. See ya!” You said, grabbing the keys and walking out of the kitchen.
“Okay, okay, drive safe!” You heard him shout before running into Sammy.
“Where are you off to bug?” He asked. “And how’d you get Dean to let you drive the car?” He chuckled, seeing you holding the keys.
“I’m getting ice cream do you want anything?” You asked, turning around to face him while walking backwards towards the door.
“Nope I’m all good be careful and drive safe!” Sam shouted after you.
“Yessir!” You saluted him and continued your way out of the bunker.
You got into the car and made your way to the ice cream shop. It was around 9pm so it was dark, but the full moon lit up the sky and the backroads that you were on. You admired how beautiful the moon was and continued to drive. As soon as you drove around a bend, a car came out of no where and swerved into your lane to avoid hitting what looked like a werewolf running across the road.
“What the hell!” You shouted and immediatly jerked the impala. In an attempt to correct yourself, you overcorrected and spun out. You screamed as the car spun off the road and was making its way towards the trees. You braced for impact as you slammed into a tree. You cried out as your head hit the steering wheel. The impact of the tree flipped the car over and you felt the car rolling down the ditch until it stopped upside down. Glass was everywhere and you were aching in pain. You whimpered as your hand went to your head. It was gashed and gushing blood. Panic began to set in when you realized you were stuck hanging upside down by your seatbelt. You tried to get yourself down and maneuver your body so you could get up straight, but it was no use. The seatbelt was jammed and it was making a clicking sound that pulled you in closer. Your heart stopped when you remembered that it was a full moon and that you were almost positive there was a werewolf roaming around. You immediately reached for your phone that was in your pocket to call for help. You knew Sam would be more level headed than Dean and if you heard Dean panicking then you’d start to freak out even more. You felt extremely weak and quickly dialed his number.
“Hey, what’s up?” Sam answered.
“Sammy.” You whimpered, terrified and in pain.
“Hey hey hey what’s wrong?” He asked frantically.
“I’m scared.” You sobbed unable to keep your emotions in check any longer.
“What’s wrong?!” He asked once again in panic. You could hear Dean in the background asking what was happening and you let out another sob.
“Hey bug I need you to talk to me alright?” Sam asked calmly trying to get control of the situation.
“A ca-car swerved into my lane an- and I- I jerked the car and swerved o- off the road and c-crashed.” You cried, thinking about how badly you hurt and how the impala was totaled. You let out another sob, “Sammy the c- car is destroyed I- I’m so sorry please tell Dean I’m so sorry.” You cried.
You heard the phone rustling before you heard Dean’s voice.
“Hey kid, I don’t care about the car alright? Are you hurt?” He asked with concern in his voice.
“Everything hurts,” you cried, “And I’m stuck hanging upside down! And I think there’s a werewolf roaming around because something ran across the roads which caused the other person to swerve and I’m trapped in the car!” You panicked, completely frightened for your life. Not only were you aching in pain and trapped in the car, but there was another physical threat roaming in the woods you were stuck in. Your luck was completely terrible because this sequence of events just had to happen to you.
“Okay, okay deep breath kid everything’s going to be alright, okay? Sam just tracked your phone, we’ll be there in 7 minutes. You’re going to be alright.” Dean said calmly trying to soothe you, but you knew he was freaking the hell out.
“My head really hurts!” You whimpered, reaching up to grab your gashed head. Not only was it gashed and gushing blood, the way you were hanging upside down was making you woozy. The blood was rushing to your head and you felt yourself growing faint.
“Okay hey, I need you to keep talking to us okay kid?” You felt your world slowly fading out. “Hey, can you do that for me?” Dean asked again when he didn’t hear you respond.
“Yes,” you moaned.
“Atta girl, keep talking alright? Don’t you dare stop.” Dean said. He could tell you weren’t going to be able to hang onto consciousness for much longer.
“Remember when we pranked Sammy that one time with that toy clown?” Dean asked.
“How could I forget?” You chuckled weakly.
“Yeah that was pretty funny huh? What colors were on that clown? Do you remember?” He asked, not giving a crap at all about the colors of the clown, but just trying to keep you responsive and forcing your brain to think incase you had a nasty concussion they were already expecting.
“Uhhh blue, green, red, y-yellow.” You answered.
“Yeah, yeah it was those colors, you’re right kid.”Dean responded already knowing the answer though. Shivers wracked your body and you realized how cold you were.
“De, ‘m so c- cold,” you whispered into the phone.
“Shit!” You heard Dean say before you heard the car they were in accelerate. The phone rustled and you heard Sam’s voice.
“Hey bug, you’re going to be alright okay? We’re almost there, I need you to stay with me for another minute. You’re doing so well bug, we’re almost there.” Sam said.
“Mhm.” You whimpered before hearing rustling in the woods.
“You’re here,” you sighed in relief.
“Almost bug, almost!” Sam ensured.
You sucked in a breath. Someone was out here with you and if it wasn’t your brothers then it was something.
“What! Somethings out here with me Sammy!” You cried panicking. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was now surging through your body or that you subconsciously knew that this could be your last fight for your life, but you somehow gained the energy to pick your head up and look around the woods. Your arms flailed as you tried to rip yourself from the seatbelt. You let out a strangled cry when you couldn’t get loose, yet again. You could feel your heart pounding through your body as you tried everything to see yourself free. You weren’t going to die without going down without a fight first. In your final attempt to free yourself, the driver side door was ripped open. You let out a strangled scream and frantically searched for something to defend yourself with.
“Hey! It’s Sam, it’s Sam! You’re alright, you’re safe!” You heard Sam say as he grabbed ahold of your shaky hands that were looking for a weapon.
“Sammy!” You cried, looking around for Dean.
“Hey, you’re okay! I’m going to get you down okay?“ He asked.
“Where’s Dean?” You whimpered, needing to know where he was.
“You were right, there was a werewolf. He’s taking care of it.” Sam answered.
You sucked in a breath terrified to be trapped in the car defenseless while there was a werewolf out there with your brothers. Sam noticed your panic.
“Hey, it’s okay! He already took care of it.” He corrected himself, reassuring you and just then Dean came into your view.
“Hey kid, everything’s okay. I need you to put your hands on the roof of the car so I can cut you down.” Dean said as he brought his knife to your seatbelt.
You nodded and put your hands up. You were weak though and your arms felt like jello. There was no way you’d be able to hold yourself up as you fell. As soon as Dean cut through the seatbelt, he noticed you weren’t able to hold yourself up so he quickly grabbed you to to lessen the impact.
“Alright that’s okay, I got you, I got you.” Dean whispered as he pulled you out of the car.
“Mm so tired De.” You weakly mumbled into your brothers chest.
“I need you to stay awake for me.” Dean said as he rushed you to the car. When he didn’t get a response, he gave you a little shake.
“Okay, okay.” You whimpered.
“I’m sorry kid, you can’t go to sleep.” Dean said softly as he placed you into the car. You groaned in pain at your body hitting the seat.
“I know kid, I know, I’m sorry.” Dean whispered before Sam slid in next to you and Dean hopped in the driver seat.
You felt weak so you gently slumped over and leaned against Sam.
“Hey bug, we’re going to get you cleaned up and you’ll be as good as new. Everything’s going to be alright, I just need you to keep your eyes open for me yeah?” He asked gently, seeing you struggle to stay awake.
“Mhm.” You mumbled, before everything went dark.
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You jumped awake and panicked. Dean immediately grabbed your hand and you realized you were in the bunker.
“Hey you’re alright.” Dean reassured you and you instinctively brought your other hand up to touch the gash on your head. Before you could though, Dean grabbed it and held it down.
“You have a few stitches,” Dean sighed, “in a few different places.” He finished. You looked down and noticed two huge bandages. One was on your thigh and one was on your forearm. Just as you were about to say something, Sam walked into your room.
“Hey bug, you’re awake! How do you feel?” He asked, coming over to you and putting a hand on your shoulder.
“I’m okay.” You said as you winced in pain. Both of your brothers could see right through you.
“I’ll go grab the pain meds.” Sam said before turning and walking back out.
“How long was I out for?” You asked
“A couple days,” Dean trailed off. “You scared the hell out of me kid.” He said, rubbing his hand over his face.
“I’m sorry Dean and I’m so sorry about the car.” You said feeling terrible.
“Hey, hey, hey, you have nothing to be sorry for and as for the car? I don’t care, I’ll fix it. The most important thing is that you’re okay and that you’re safe kiddo.” He said softly.
You nodded and sent him a sad smile before realization hit.
“I never got our ice cream!” You said, disappointed. You looked back up at Dean and he smirked.
“I went out and got it for you because I knew that when you woke up you’d want it.” Dean said chuckling. You sent him a big smile just as Sam walked through the door with some pills and water.
“You guys are the best, thank you.” You beamed.
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max-nico · 8 months ago
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It's Tails first birthday with Sonic. Sonic estimates the kid is turning about 4, maybe 5 today. They're sitting at a little diner in some middle-of-nowhere town, partially because they don't have the funds for much more, but also because Tails only said he would like to go to a restaurant for his birthday.
It seemed like an odd choice for a kid, Sonic is pretty sure kids usually ask to go to things like amusement parks, or trampoline parks, or... Regular parks. He's not quite sure what kids like outside of parks, so maybe he's overthinking it.
Still, he asks Tails why he would want to go out to eat anyways. It seems like an odd choice for a rambunctious 4 (5?) year old.
"Oh." He mumbles, "Well I dunno what people do for birthdays, but one time I heard people back at the island talkin'bout going to dinner! I thought that's what people are s'posed to do, am I wrong?"
Sonic frowns for a moment, unsure of how to answer his question. It takes a little work to make the words he's looking for bubble up from his throat, still pretty unused to talking more than what's absolutely necessary.
"No, not really. You're-You are supposed to do what you want for your birthday. Whatever you want." Sonic's words drag in all the wrong places, and linger when he chokes on vowels. "Like, go to the park or.. something. Would you want to go to the park?"
Tails thinks for a moment and shakes his head.
"No, you don't play with me at the park, and I wanna spend my birthday with you, Sonic!"
Way to hit a hedgehog in his heart strings, huh? Normally when they're at a park there's other kids, so he lets them entertain themselves while he takes a nap on a nearby bench. He's not playing because he doesn't want to play, he's trying to encourage Tails to make friends. It seems, he may have screwed up somehow, not in any unfixable way though.
Sonic frowns, "If we go to the park I'm happy to play with you. Do you want to go?"
Tails shakes his head again, "I'm hungry."
Sonic laughs.
The diner staff are polite. They all have slow drawls that make it practically impossible for Sonic to actually listen to them, but by Gaia does he try. They just ask general questions; drinks, food, sauce, sides. Things like that. Sonic makes sure to mention Tails birthday as well, and the lady promises to come back with two free cupcakes.
The entire dinner flies by in no time at all. Tails does most of the talking, as usual, but Sonic tries harder to contribute to the conversations and ask engaging questions. Even when the fox starts going on and on about plane parts and upgrades that Sonic can't even begin to pronounce, let alone grasp what they do.
Soon enough, their dessert is out. Sonic has never been big on any types of sweets, so as soon as the happy birthday song the waiters sing is over he slides his cupcake to Tails side of the booth. It's more than worth it, even if he would've wanted the cupcake, because the kids eyes light up like Sonic has just handed him the stars.
"Are you gonna blow out your candle first?" Sonic chuckles, pointing at Tails own still sparking cupcake.
"Well duh!" He sasses, grinning.
"What're you gonna wish for?"
Again, Tails thinks, wrinkling his nose as if this is the most important question he's ever had to answer.
"It has t'be small." He says. "Just in case."
An eyebrow raise is shot Tails' way. "In case of what?"
"Well, the elders at the island always said wishin' comes at a price, that's why I was born with two tails y'see? So it can't be big, just in case, cuz I can't accidentally trade ya'up! You're more important to me than any wish ever!"
Before Sonic can respond, Tails has blown out his candle. The hedgehog's eyes are a little misty, and his nose is a little runny, unbeknownst to the little fox across from him. Never in Sonic's life has he had anyone be so.. so genuine to him. He's so beside himself with fondness he isn't quite sure what to do with it all, he feels so swollen with love he might explode.
Quietly, Sonic asks him what he wished for.
"Your long and pro-prosperous health! That means ya get to stay healthy for a long long time." Tails smiles but his face is deadly determined, as if he's truly trying to will his wish into existence by sheer force of will alone.
Sonic supposes he'll have to wish for the same thing on his birthday, just to make sure they're even.
Heyyyy y'all !! Should I probably wait until Tails actual birthday to post a birthday fic? Maybe. Do I care? Nope !! Come talk to me !! I don't bite I swear !!!
Sonic, in this fic for some reason: do you want to go to the park?
Tails: no I do not
Sonic: Have you ever gone to the park?
Tails: no I have not
Sonic: will you go to the park?
Tails: maybe...
Sonic: when will you go to the park?
Tails:
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grlsinterrupted · 1 month ago
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frat bro ! dallas winston hcs ౨ৎ˖ ࣪⊹
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quick little modern day headcanons that i’ve been thinking of .. also i’m so sorry abt how slow i’ve been with requests ! ₊˚⊹
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general hcs :
THE ultimate nonchalant frat boy
the only clothing items he has in his closet are tank tops, nike shorts, some snapback hats, and a pair of yeezy slides
when he first pledged, his frat forced him to make tiktoks with soda and steve dancing to audios
HE WAS SO UNENTHUSIASTIC.
like go girl give us nothing !!
but all know that secretly, he loved doing all those stupid little dances
he LOVES hazing the freshmen
one time he started a fight club and made all the pledges fight eachother
the loser had to take a shot
unfortunately, the whole fight club did not last very long .. :(
he refuses to drink white claws or twisted teas
or any sweet alcohol, for that matter
“i don’t drink that pussy shit. in this frat, we shotgun beers like real men.”
he’s assigned to kick any unwanted people out of the parties
gosh .. all of this partying just to have a 0.42 gpa
he tries to convince everyone that he STRICTLY listens to rap
he’ll play drake, 21 savage, future, and travis scott whenever he’s in front of people
then he’ll make disgusted faces and fake gagging sounds whenever a taylor swift song plays
but when it’s just him, he’s BLASTING taylor swift
he belts all the lyrics to don’t blame me despite how tonedeaf he is
sometimes two will walk in on dal while he’s singing
”okay, justin bieber,” two slow claps his way into dal’s room. “you should really go on america’s got talent, y’know. you’ve got the voice of an angel.”
”GET THE FUCK OUT, TWO!” dal swings an empty can at two’s head, hitting him on the way out
dating hcs :
surprisingly amazing at beer pong?
he forces you to be his partner every time you guys play
once the two of you win, he celebrates with a makeout session in front of EVERYONE
it’s safe to say that no one’s ever challenged you to beer pong after your 5th win with him
if the making-out doesn’t make your opponent quit, his taunting will
when he scores, he starts beating his chest and screaming “YOU DONT KNOW ME, SON! YOU NOT LIKE THAT, LIL BRO!”
he’s a sappy drunk. you can’t convince me otherwise
“mmphh.. doll, why ya so far away from meeeeeee? come closer, i miss yoooouuuuuu..” dal’s words are slurred, his cheeks flushed with red from all of the alcohol he’s been drinking. he grabs onto the sleeve of your sweater, pulling you closer towards him.
”you’re so clingy when you’re drunk.” you roll your eyes, gently running your fingers through his hair as he nuzzles his head into your neck.
we all know that he’s the one screaming, “IF YOU’RE NOT IN SIGMA LIGMA CHI, GET THE FUCK OOOOUUUTTTTTT!”
but occasionally, he’ll set up a chair for you to stand on top of
then, you get to scream at the top of your lungs, “GET THE FUCK OOOUUUTTTTTT!!”
if you’re not allowed to stay the night at the frat house, him and like 5 other brothers will walk you back to your dorm
all the brothers love you .. or maybe they just act like it because they’re actually TERRIFIED of dal
the amount of sass this man gives you whenever he’s hungover? he is literally such a diva
like damn girl who hurt you..
he secretly uses your skincare products whenever you stay over
he likes that your moisturizer makes his skin look all shiny
you’ll spend most of your sunday mornings taking care of him and making sure that he drinks plenty of water
dallas lets out a low groan, pulling his blanket over his head as you nudge his shoulder.
”dal, hurry up and drink your liquid iv. it’ll make you feel better.” you pull his blanket down, placing the lip of the cup by his mouth.
”nooooowuuahhhh, i’m too tired..”
despite the stereotype the frat guys get laid by 30 girls a night, we all know that dal is so loyal to you
he’ll just grimace at any sorority girl that approaches him
@glxsyymads ik you asked for some frat headcanons so i’m just going to tag you so you can see :)
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amyrahrose · 10 months ago
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"Like this Baby?"
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“Toji, fuck please baby. I need you.” I whine out as I grind my clothed pussy against his muscled thigh. 
He knows what he’s doing to me. Enjoying the torment he’s putting me through. 
“What is it that my baby girl needs, huh? Use your words for me princess.” He huffs back to me. I catch the deviously smirk he’s trying to hide (even though I know he wants me to see it.)
“You sick fuck, you know exactly what the fuck it is I need.” I bark at him through gritted teeth. Like a bitch in heat, I ground myself further down on his thigh, trying desperately to get some kind of release from the throbbing coming from between my legs.
He throws his head back in a fit out laughter at my remark. Normally saying something like that to him would have gotten me in trouble, but he’s far more enjoying punishing me this way. 
This bastard. I think to myself. I whine and whimper, damn near thrashing myself against his strong frame. My skin feels like it’s burning with a fire only Toji could put out. 
“Please.” My voice coming out small. I look up at him with tears in my eyes. “Please Toji, touch me.” I whisper out. 
All of my bitching seems like it’s about to pay off in the way I see Toji’s playful smile transition into a soft, comforting one. His loose grip around my waist tightens and my pussy clenches in anticipation for what’s to come.
“Okay, okay baby. I’ll stop teasing.” He says as his big hands begin rubbing up and down my sides affectionately. I can only imagine how wide my smile is that’s adoring my face right now as I’m pretty much bouncing up and down on him in excitement. 
“Alright, calm down before I change my mind.” He chuckles at how quickly I stop and watch him, waiting for his next orders. 
“Stand up and strip.” He barks. I’m off of him within in seconds, breathing hard as I’m about to begin an assault on the clothes decorated on me. 
“Stop!” He grunts out. My hands fall to my sides as I look up to him in confusion. 
Eyebrows furrowed together, I begin to speak. “I thought you wa-” I’m unable to finish as he throws up one of his hands in front of me, effectively silencing me. 
“I want to enjoy this as much as I can. You want me to fuck you, and trust me, I’m going to fuck you baby, but I need to get something out of this deal too. Don’t you think?” He asks me while smirking. I watch him with lust-filled eyes as he man spreads on the couch, hand slowly palming his clothed dick. God how I wish that was my hand, or rather hands, wrapping around his big dick. Gripping and squeezing at the base as I run my tongue up along the thick veins that are decorated along it, until I reach up to his tip, licking around his angry red head, collecting  his pre-cum against my tongue..
“Hey!” Don’t you hear me fucking talking to you, you know I hate being ignored babygirl.” By the way Toji’s sending dagger my way, if looks could kill, I would be done for right now. I knew better than to not pay attention when he’s like this, but it’s so damn hard sometimes when he’s looking like sin itself in front of me. 
“I’m sorry daddy, it won’t happen again.” I breath out. I have stay on his good side if I want to have him dicking me down. 
“Good girl. Now as I was saying, you’re going to do exactly as I say. No sass mouthing either, not unless you want to make it worse for yourself.” 
If it was even possible, my clit throbs harder at his words. I try to mask the excitement on my face. He of all people should know that’s exactly how I want him to be with me, rough. 
“Now strip, slowly. I want to enjoy every minute of this.” He states. With shaky hands I slowly glide them up against my sides, making sure to take my time as he commands. We lock eyes, staring each other down until I slowly start to pull my tank top from over my head, leaving just my top half only in my lacy bra. I grope my breast, squeezing them and letting a soft moan escape my thick lips. 
I unclip the clasp and slowly slide the straps down, one by one until my breast are free. I begin playing with my nipples, twisting and pulling on them until they harden until my touch. 
“Fuck y/n keep touching yourself like that for daddy.” Toji groans while palming his dick harder. I know it’s taking every fiber of his being to say the hell with it and just start having his way with me, but I also know he enjoys seeing me like this, his little pet lapping up his every commands like the good slut he knows I am. 
 I continue tugging on my hard nipples, bringing one breast up to my mouth as I enclose around my nipple, eyes rolling to the back of my head, moaning as I suck on it and continue my assault on the other with my hand.
“You little slut, you get off on pleasing yourself in front of me?” Toji breaths out. I found his remark comically, as if he’s the one to talk. I notice the sweat accumulating on his forehead, the lust setting into his green eyes, and the rise and fall of his chest, taking in slow steady breathes as he’s now humping up into his hands. If anyone’s the slut, I’d say it was him. 
“I just love doing whatever it is that’ll please my daddy.” I reply back. By know I have my hands placed on the hem of my booty shorts, teasing him as I slowly slide them off my hips only to glide them back up. 
I do this a few times before I see the patience leaving his face as he glares at me. “Take the fucking shorts off now y/n.” He barks at me. With a devilish smile, I continue sliding them up and down. 
“I thought you want me to take my time taking my clothes off daddy, isn’t that what you wanted?” I ask innocently. I pat my self on the back internally as I see the twitch of annoyance on his scarred lip. 
God I want this man to ruin me, I just have to get him worked up some more. I thought to myself. 
“Y/n I swear to God if yo—,” “Okay, Okay daddy I’m sorry.” I cut him off. I begin sliding my shorts down until their a puddle around my ankles. I’m left in my lacy, pink thong, Toji’s favorite. Before I take them off, I decide to have a little fun of my own. He made me wait for it, so why can’t he? I tug at the front of my thongs until the print of my pussy is prominent, slightly visible from the patch of wetness that’s accumulated from all of my ministrations. I lick my lips as I see Toji’s breathing hitch, eyes glued to my womanhood. I tug once more, before I slide them to the side, thick wet pussy now on display. I run a manicured pointer and middle finger along my slit, gather up my juices before slowly making my way to my clit drawing small circles around it. Hissing, I apply more pressure, growing wetter at the sight of Toji watching me pleasure myself. 
“You like this daddy, you like getting off while I’m pleasing myself.” Tone lace with mocking. I know I have him right where I want him because he doesn’t give me a smart remark back, completely transfixed with the sight before him. 
“Now be a good daddy and take that dick out of your pants, hmm?” I tell him. Without hesitation, Toji quickly unbuckles his jeans, ready to slide his pants and underwear down. 
“Noo, slowly daddy, take your time. I want to enjoy this.” I throw a cheshire smile at him when he glares at me but does exactly as I say. After what feels like eternity, I’m finally met with the site of Toji’s dick, smacking with a pop against his stomach. Pre-cum gliding oh so sexy down his shaft. Licking my lips hungrily, I stop rubbing my clit and and finish kicking off my shorts from around my ankle. I get on hands and knees and crawl over to him, eyes never leaving his. I prop myself in between his legs glaring down his dick with such intensity, it twitches. 
“Please baby, touch it.” Toji whispers. I quickly whipped my head up at him, shocked. 
“What did you say?” I asked still in shock, surely I was hearing things, right? Toji, begging? The throb in the pussy must be ringing so loudly in my ears I wasn’t hearing correctly. 
“Y/n, please baby. Touch it, I need you.” He said loudly this time. I look up in his face and notice the wanting behind his piercing green eyes and his ragged breathing. 
Without a second thought, I lightly grab his dick and bring the tip closer to my lips.
“Like this baby?” I ask seductively before I’m circling my tongue over his tip, relishing in the way he moans and relaxes into my touch. I make quick work of sucking on his head, hollowing in my cheeks as my hands begin massaging his shaft. I watch him with low eyes, taking in his facial expressions. Head throw back, eyes closed shut while his lick his lips, pure ecstasy etched across his handsome face. I moan in pleasure at the sight before me causing him to groan and hump into my face. I pop off his head just to spit on it and gather it up in the rhythm of my hands, making it slippery. While I continue working him up with my hands, my lips lands on his balls, licking them before engulfing them in my mouth, sucking on them like my life depends on it. 
“Damn baby girl, keep doing just like that. Fucking whore, you love it when you got this dick in your mouth huh? I know you like being a slut, my slut.” Toji grunts out possessively. I grip is dick tightly and come off his balls.
“Only for daddy.” I reply before I dive into giving him the nastiest head ever. Sucking, slurping, deep throating until my nose is touching his pubic hair while I massage on his balls. Only coming up for air once, I feel my spit and his precum slide down my chin before going back in. By know, Toji has his hands in my box braids, gripping on it while guiding my head down on him aggressively causing me to choke around him.
“Take it, take every inch of this dick. You begged for it like a little bitch.” He tells me roughly. And I do, I let Toji face fuck me to kingdom come, all with tears running down my cheeks and throat on fire, but I don’t care. I’d rather be like this, damn near close to death than to not be able to please my man. 
“Look at me.” He orders. I force my eyes up to his. “When I cum, you’re gonna take in every last drop and you better not fucking waste it.” He smirks when I hum in response. 
 I brace myself for his orgasm, I know he’s close by the way his grip on my box braids tighten and the stuttering of his hips into my face.
“Fuck y/n I’m bouta nut.” He warns. I moan around him, pushing him over the edge. My eyes roll to the bed of my head as I feel him push me down further on his dick as his hot, thick cum shoots into my mouth. There’s so much of it I’m scared I’ll choke. His hips twitch into me, moaning so deep I feel my juices running down my thighs. He stills for a moment to catch his breath before he pulls from my mouth. 
He takes one hand and tap my cheek. “Open.” He orders, voice deep and raspy from his climax. I do as he say and open, showing him his cum sitting in my mouth. He bites his lips and hums. “Now swallow.” And like a puppet I follow his command, swallowing  before I open my mouth again to show him every last drop is gone, apart from the cum sticking to my tongue.
“Good girl.” He says as he rubs my cheek affectionately. I swear I heard my pussy meow at the praise. My arousal is through the roof, clit throbbing like a drum and juices flowing out me like a leaking faucet.I feel as though I’m about to combust if Toji doesn’t hurry and put his hands on me. As if reading my thoughts, He grabs me by my chin and tilt my head up to him. 
“Cmon stand up for me babygirl.” I practically leap up, waiting with anticipation for what’s to come. 
“Sit down.” He whispers in my ear. Listening to him I sit on the couch as I watch him switch positions with me. Roles reversed, I’m now sitting while Toji gets on his knees, positioning himself between my legs. I try to control my breathing as I watch him take his big hands and slide my thong off of me, a string of my juices breaking off from its connection to it and grab my inner thighs, opening me up wide. He licks his lips as he begin eyeing my pussy. The sight has me clenching around nothing, longing for his touch. 
He chuckles darkly. “Look at her, winking up at me. Such a slutty ass pussy you got on you y/n.” He cooes. He’s in a fit a laughter now when my pussy clenches again at his remark. 
“Daddy,” I whine, “Stop being mean and touch me.” I whisper out. 
He begins rubbing my thighs before he smirks. “Say please daddy.” He smiles wickedly at me. At this point I want to punch him in his face for his teasing, but I’m desperate. I’ll do anything, say anything, just to get my fill of him.
“Please daddy, slut me out.” I say, adding the extra to get him riled up. He groans before gripping my thighs and pushing me down on his face. We both moan when his tongue comes into contact with my clit. I’m a mess once he sucking and tugging on my bundle of nerves, I’m seeing stars. He alternates from tongue fucking me, to licking up the mix of his salvia and my juices and bringing it up to my clit before circling his tongue around it, flicking it. I thrash my head side to side, arching into his mouth. I slide one of my hands into his raven hair, gripping the hell out of it. 
“Daddy, I’m so close, please don’t stop.” I whimper out. The squelching and slurping sounds that’s filling the room is making me dizzy, and the feeling of Toji tongue sinking into me further has me hanging on by a thread. 
“Listen to me, you’re gonna cum all over daddy’s tongue y/n, I want to taste you all of me. You got that?” I moan and nod my head weakly. He continues his assault on my pussy, and when I feel Toji’s thick fingers at my entrancing, stretching me out and immediately curling inside to graze upon my spot, I explode.
“Daddy I’m cumming!” I scream as I clench around his fingers, going crazy as he continues to suck my clit and finger fuck me. 
“That’s it y/n. Cream all over daddy’s fingers for me.” The squelching noises from my pussy grows louder as Toji keeps finger fucking my through my orgasm. His repeated hits against my spot has me going over the edge as I scream again, pushing him out and squirting all over him. 
“Fuck y/n. Make a mess for daddy, I love it.” He groans as he takes the same two fingers he just finished fucking me with to press against my clit, rubbing back and forth, fast and hard, splashing my juices everyway. 
“It’s too much daddy, please!” I cry out. I try to grab onto his hand, but I’m too weak. He chuckles at my fail attempt as he keeps rubbing my clit.
“Nah baby, I gotta make sure I get out every drop. I don’t want nothing going to waste.” He says. After a few seconds, I’m pleading with him again to stop, my vison becoming blurring from the overstimulation. He takes the same two fingers from my clit, not before slowly swiping up my slit and collecting my cum on them, and places his fingers in his mouth. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he moans and he sucks his finger dry. My clit throbs at the sight. 
“You taste so good baby, I’m so proud of you.” He replies sweetly. I smile lazily and groan while trying to sit up. Exhaustion creeps up on me before I’m met with Toji’s large hands, pushing me back down. I look up, confused until I met his gaze and gasp in surprise. 
“Where you going baby girl, we’re not done yet. Didn’t I promise to fuck you?” He questions with a devilish smirk.
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johnwickb1tsch · 1 year ago
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John Wick x You │Tarasov's Daughter
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You are the eldest daughter of Viggo Tarasov. You’re smart enough to take over the family business, but you’ve always been overlooked because you’re a girl (their loss). But John Wick sees you. In fact he saw a lot of you, once, when he’d been your bodyguard for a brief time during a turf war back in the day. You’re not sure who seduced who really, but you’ve never forgotten the feeling of his big hands digging into your hips or his teeth in your shoulder while he fucked you against the marble top of your bathroom sink, watching you go to pieces for him in the mirror. Maybe he was even your first! You seethed with jealousy when you heard he left the Underworld to get married to a nice normal American lady and settle down in domestic bliss. You were actually allowed to DO that? No one in this life ever really got out. You can’t help but think that you could have made him just as happy as some boring middle-aged photographer. Helen. What a stupid name. So when the shit hits the fan after your dumbass brother Iosef disrespects John Wick (and kills his dog, what the actual fuck?) you wonder if John will come after you.
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Pick your poison: Canon!John Wick │ Dark!John Wick │ Yandere!John Wick
18+, all the warnings, dead dove do not eat! Predator kink, size kink, kidnapping, dub-con, brat taming, dark!john, mean!John, yandere!John , jesus fucking crist tumblr u have broken me…🙃
Canon!John Wick
John doesn’t hurt women unless they are really REALLY giving him no choice (Looking at you, Perkins!). But you are the means to his end, so he doesn’t hesitate to take you for bait for Iosef and your father’s men. He is raw and back in full predator mode after taking a hiatus for five years. Of COURSE you piss him off, and when you try to escape he snaps. He still calls you moya milaya printcessa (my sweet princess)tho while he fucks you against the wall with his hand on your throat. When the idiots your father employs do finally come for you John kills them all, and your brother, and your uncle after taking back his car. He lets you go, and a part of you forever wishes that he’d kept you…
Dark!John Wick
You were always such a fucking brat back when he had to watch over you, and finally he can get his revenge. When you mouth off he undoes his tie and uses it to gag you, something he’s always wanted to do, and as you watch him whip off his belt with such calculated flourish you are practically sliding off your chair. He bends you over his knee, the way someone should have a long time ago, and he taunts you when he finds you’re soaking with slick in between whipping you. Is it just you, or is he not hitting you half as hard as he could tho? You don’t know and you don’t care, you’re 98 percent sure you’re not getting out of this alive, so you at least want to die having had his magnificent manhood inside you one last time. You are delirious by the time he soothes the welts on your ass with the light touch of his fingers. “Are you going to be my good little girl now?” he demands as he tosses you on the bed like you’re just a ragdoll. Like he wants to hear your reply, he removes his tie from your mouth.
“If you fill me up with that big beautiful cock of yours.”
He laughs at you, and you get the feeling he’s delighted by your sass, even in this cruel mood. “You don’t get to make the demands anymore, milaya.” He slaps your thighs apart and goes down on you, licking you relentlessly, bringing you to the edge again and again but never letting you cum.
“Please, please, please,” you beg and tears stream down your face as finally you watch him undo his pants. He has utterly broken you.
“You always were such fucking whiner,” he hisses, pulling your hair hard as he plunges himself inside your swollen cunt. You hate him for how good it feels as he fills every last inch and corner of you, and if you ever get your hands free you’re so going to make him pay for this.
Yandere!John Wick
John always carried a torch for you, but you were so off limits. The boss’s daughter. A sure death sentence, but it almost would have been worth it. He’d thought about you constantly for a good long while, your beauty and your body was burned into his brain, but then he met Helen, and that fire smoldered to red hot coals he kept in the back room of his twisted black heart. But when Iosef starts shit there is absolutely nothing to stop him from taking what he’s always wanted. He’ll make you his perfect little pet, one last bit of revenge against the Tarasovs for disrespecting him after all he’d done for them.
When you see him materialize from the shadows in the mirror behind you, you try to go for the gun you keep in the top drawer of your vanity. You’re half certain he’ll kill you for it, but you’re y/n Viggovna Fucking Tarasov, and you will not fucking beg like your little bitch of a brother undoubtedly did. You’re not surprised when he manages to disarm you in the blink of an eye. You wait for the blade in your throat or the gunshot in your gut but he just holds you in those inexorably strong arms, looking down at you with those burning dark eyes. He’s so tall, he’s so much bigger than you and that always turned you on.
“You’re mine now, printcessa.”
You know you’ve always been his but you hate being helpless. He kisses you hard, unforgivingly, possessively, and you try to bite him but he knocks you out with a headbutt. Ouch!
You wake up in a luxuriously appointed room that you just know in your gut is now your new prison. Wick is no fool. There are digital locks on the doors. There are windows that you know will be unbreakable. Your hands are bound above your head, and though you try to worm free it’s impossible. After a while John enters, straddling you on the bed. Even though your legs are free his weight pins you down, you are trapped, and you’re embarrassingly certain he can feel the heat that’s pooling between your legs for it. His face is covered in cuts, his knuckles are torn. He’s been through Hell, but he came out the other side, the way you begrudgingly knew he would. “Your family’s dead,” he tells you. “No one’s coming for you.” He doesn’t really seem to take any joy in it, his handsome face stoic as stone. “You belong to me now, and I hope your father rolls over in his grave every time I defile you.”
You try not to enjoy it while he rails you into the soft mattress, or when he touches you while he does it, his long fingers so exacting. He is a master of manipulating the human body, for pain or for pleasure. You think he makes you cum out of ownership over anything remotely tender, but he makes you see God so often it almost feels like he cares about you. He becomes your dark deity, the altar you worship on, even if just in the deepest depths of your heart. You still have some pride.
You still try to fight and still try to run, even though he punishes you every time. Maybe you’re made bold by the fact that he hasn’t killed you, where he killed everyone else. They were kind of assholes though. John kept you, after all, and you can’t fault his taste. You think he secretly loves the chase, maybe even admires you for fighting him when there really is no hope. He loves reminding you who is in charge though too, and on nights when he’s in a particular mood you know you won’t be able to sit without feeling it for a week.
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thesightstoshowyou · 7 months ago
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Take Your Pick
Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x F Reader (NSFW)
Summary: Role play with the Ghoul is always an adventure.
Warnings: Claustrophobia, CNC, gun play, hair pulling, threats, brief blood mention, fuckin’ in a coffin, creampie, there’s some aftercare this time
(Thank you @slasher-smasher for planting the coffin idea into my brain)
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A heavy thud startles you awake. You move to bolt upright, but abruptly halt a centimeter before colliding with smooth wood. A flat barrier sits just above you.
The lid.
The coffin lid.
Sleep-addled senses whir to life as memory returns. The cramped, trapped, feeling returns tenfold, suffocating you on all sides. Your heart rate spikes, a frightened staccato. You want to thrash and break out of your skin—air, you can’t breathe…!
Nails bite into your palms to ground yourself and you force your lungs to fill with calm. Breathe. Breathe like you did last night before you’d dozed off.
Your palms come to rest against the lid as you reorient yourself with your surroundings. The scents of damp wood and your own panicked sweat fill the narrow space. Sunlight peeks through the cracks where the lid doesn’t sit flush with the rest of the coffin. It had been dark when he’d tossed you in here and nailed it shut.
He’d left you here all night, then.
THUD
Muscles seize, the urge to shriek almost too great to resist. Someone—and you have a very good idea who—shoves a wedge, no, a crowbar between the lid and the body of your wooden prison. There’s a loud crack, the snap of wood, the groaning of nails as the top is wrenched away.
You throw an arm over your face when blazing light momentarily blinds you. A rattling crash somewhere to your left tells you the coffin lid has been tossed aside, forgotten.
A deep, rasping inhale heralds that familiar drawl. “Well, good mornin’, sunshine.”
Sight be damned. Squinting, you scramble for the side of the coffin, ready to heave yourself up and out, but cold metal against your temple freezes you in your tracks. “Woah, slow down, darlin’. It’s too early yet t’be gettin’ yourself in a tizzy.”
Gritting your teeth and willing your eyes to adjust, you sit back and blink. Eventually, you’re able to peer up into the scarred face of the Ghoul. He grins crookedly when you meet his gaze and playfully taps the side of your head with the gun barrel.
“Sleep well?” he asks while casually hooking a thumb in his belt.
“Like a baby.” You can’t help the impertinent reply, but you know the second it leaves your mouth it will have consequences. The Ghoul chortles and slides the muzzle directly in front of your nose. Your breath shakes as you stare directly down the dark barrel.
“Well, startin’ off the day with sass is certainly a choice. But I know that mouth a’ yours is good for more than just back talk, thanks t’that…rousin’ demonstration last night.” Cool metal presses to your trembling lips. The scents of iron and gunpowder burn your nose. “So go on now, sweetheart. Let’s see how shiny ya’ can make it.”
You swallow thickly and turn your pleading gaze up at the Ghoul. Who knows what horrible substances could be splattered all over its surface. Just the thought has bile stinging your throat.
He lifts a brow expectantly. “I don’t got all day, honey.” He’s not going to budge and you’re definitely not in a position to bargain. Fuck. Hopelessly, you choke down your nausea and look back to the muzzle hovering in front of your face. Your breath fogs up gleaming metal when you lean forward to timidly drag your tongue along the barrel.
Acrid, caustic tang hits the back of your throat. You cough, eyes watering, but you diligently make another pass, the flat of your tongue laving across nickel and leaving streaks of saliva in its wake. Drool spills down your chin when you wrap your lips around the muzzle.
Glancing up through your lashes shows you the Ghoul is intently focused on your every move. His jaw clenches and his chest rises and falls a little quicker than before. His knuckles blanche with how tightly he grips his belt.
After what seems like an eternity, the gun is yanked away from your mouth when the Ghoul lifts it skyward for inspection. Little droplets of spit trickle down the barrel as he turns it this way and that. He hums in satisfaction before holstering the weapon.
“Good girl.” His deep voice is husky, rougher than usual. You squeal when a hand darts out to seize your hair. He closes the distance between you to shove your face against the growing bulge his pants. Indignantly, you gasp and try to twist away only to have your cheek smashed more insistently against the Ghoul. This close, smell of ozone that seems to follow him everywhere overwhelms your senses.
“Looks like we got another problem to sort out,” he comments, using the hand in your hair to give your head a teasing wiggle. He takes a small step back so he can bend down low and bring his face inches from yours. You grunt and squirm in his grasp when his other hand flies up to grip your jaw tight.
“Since you did such an outstandin’ job cleanin’ my gun, I’ll let you pick which hole I use. Sound like a fair trade, sweetheart?”
“Fuck…off!” you grit out. Your hands wrap around his wrist to claw at his skin, but it could be made of steel for all the good it does. A pained cry rips from your throat when the Ghoul twists his fingers tighter in your hair. Panting, you still to keep your locks from being torn out.
“If I have t’choose, it’ll be your ass, and I don’t see any lube ‘round here. Do you?” The thought fills your veins with ice. Quickly, you shake your head as well as you can with how firmly he holds you. “Then what’ll it be, sugar? Tick tock.”
Your eyes close despairingly. Aching discomfort pulses in your jaw from the fingers that dig into your skin. Bitterly, you swallow your pride.
“My…my….” You groan as your cheeks burn. The Ghoul watches you stammer over your words, a smug smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. Finally, you spit out a grumbled, “My…cunt.”
“Good choice, baby. My favorite.” Lightening fast, The Ghoul hops over the edge of the coffin to shoves you face-first into smooth pine. A strong hand splays out on the side of your head to keep you pinned while the other works your pants off your hips.
You yelp and writhe when scarred fingers dip into your folds. Mortification constricts your chest and sets your face ablaze when the slick squelch reaches your ears. A low chuckle sounds behind you, followed by a purred, “Well shit, sweetheart, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say ya’ like this.”
The chilly metal of his belt buckle brushes your rear as the Ghoul rips his zipper open. Hot, thick flesh slides along your dripping slit to tease your entrance. A little whimper leaves your lips when his nails rake across the meat of your hip to leave fiery stripes in their wake.
Agonizingly slow, the Ghoul feeds his cock into your twitching cunt. Slippery muscles part and stretch around his girth until your mouth falls open and your eyes momentarily unfocus. He’s so deep when his hips finally meet your ass you’re afraid you might break.
He voices his appreciation with a rumbling groan and a murmured, “You’re grippin’ me pretty tight there, darlin’.” Any response you might have had morphs into a strangled shout when he rears back and slams his hips forward.
Hastily, he curls over your back to clap a hand over your mouth. Against your ear, he mutters, “I don’t need us gettin’ interrupted before I’ve had my fill. Keep your screamin’ to yourself or I’ll have to dirty my gun again.”
Though, he doesn’t make it easy.
Your teeth are stained with blood from bottom lip as you fight the wanton moans and heady cries that sit on your tongue, begging to be freed. Each fervent thrust rattles the rickety coffin and your very bones. Evidence of your desire leaks freely down your thighs. You can feel it soaking into his pants, can hear it in the way the fabric slaps wetly against your hamstrings.
“I think that lil’ pussy was made just for me.” You can’t stop the whine his growled words bring forth. It’s not fair how good he feels; all those ridges and dips twisted around his cock hit every single spot so perfectly you swear it’s going to make you see god.
You do, in a way. Your vision whites out in blinding rapture as waves of molten ecstasy roil in your belly. Distantly, you’re aware of a strained curse from somewhere behind you. The cock buried deep in your guts twitches and spills liquid heat that fills and overflows to join the rest of the mess trickling down your legs.
Limbs shake. Breath returns in heaving gasps. You unstick your nails from the bottom of the coffin and shiver, little aftershocks of pleasure tingling under your skin.
“Jeeesus,” Cooper sighs as he bows over you to rest his forehead between your shoulder blades. A tremulous laugh is the only response you can manage. He sucks down a few more steadying breaths, then, “You’re fucked in the head, sweetheart. Ya’ know that?”
You snort. “I didn’t hear you complaining, Coop.” A wry chuckle greets your words.
“Touché,” Cooper drawls as he sits back. You hiss when he slips from your cunt. He makes a pleased sound in the back of his throat as he admires the deluge that follows. Quickly, he rights his clothes and helps you with your own before pulling you into his lap and slumping back against the side of the coffin. He slings an arm along the edge while the other wraps possessively around your waist.
“You gave a very convincing performance, Mr. Howard,” you comment coyly as you tug the brim of his hat further down.
Yellowed teeth peek out between a crooked smirk when Cooper grips your chin and rumbles, “Ya’ lookin’ for an encore, sugar?”
You bark out a laugh and shake your head. “I’m gonna need at least twenty minutes to recover after that.”
He hums thoughtfully. “Best I can do is ten. Then, you’re mine.”
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gamblersdoll · 9 months ago
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PUT MY NAME ON IT, NOW IT DESIGNER 4
cw: pure smut, maybe heavy for some, fluff at the end.
“hak–!” you yelped, feeling the sting on your ass.
currently, you laid across his lap, naked and your ass bare. it was pretty red, almost bruised and practically hot. and it was in the same spot you were in. even though hakari was sitting back, practically manspreading, he had a wide lap.
“count the number or ill restart.” he threatened, rubbing your poor abused ass cheeks. you were given 25 slaps… and only on ten. that fucker knows he has thick and heavy hands.
“ten…” you said, how pitiful.
another slap, had you biting your lip and whimpering. “eleven!” you yelped again, feeling him rubbing his hand on your cheeks, giving you some form of relief. “baby please!”
“baby please.” he mocked back, slapping your ass again. “cmon babydoll, keep up.” he said, mockingly.
“twelve!!” you whined, squirming and kicking your feet slightly. only causing hakari to grow annoyed and yank you back, dragging his thick fingers up and down your puffy and soaked slit, exhaling as he felt his cock finally get a little thicker, too.
“fuck , mama…” he whispered in your ear, adding another digit to rub your slit. “pussy is practically droolin for me, huh?” he said tauntingly.
“is too much.. spanking too much..” you said, feeling and knowing that you have to wear loose clothes now, because your ass would be raw.
hakari flipped you on his lap, holding you while he kissed your cheeks stained with sweat and tears while rubbing circles on your puffy clit. it made your hips buck against his fingers.
“poor baby needing her pussy finger fucked, huh? how do you ask?” he said, making you look at him. he plunged a finger into your precious pussy, feeling how warm and juicy you were, you really hadnt had any action in a year? fuck he could tell why you always acted out, that bitch boy boyfriend couldnt put it on you.
“please..” you said, only able to muster that. how pathetic, because you were just talking big girl shit a couple minutes ago, what happened to that? you never knew. all you did know was that your was was raw and tingling , and hakari is like a personal oven at four hundred degrees right now.
“ill let it slide.” and he curled his fingers, only moving the tips of his fingers like he beckons your g spot to come to him. “so what are we gunna stop doin now..?” he whispered in your ear, feeling his body heat get even hotter.
“fuckfuckfuckfu-“ you said repeatedly, eyes threatening to roll back but only snapping back to hakari when he speaks. “not to- oh shit..– not to talk back– ha fuck!” you moaned out, legs trying to close back together until hakari separates them. he was always so big and strong, he just made you feel weak with him.
“yeah, baby. was talking all big and bad, and now look at you.” he said, with a hint of sass and rolling his eyes. he kisses on your neck, sucking so slightly and his fingers were vicious, faster than they were before. he felt something familiar , like he knew it was his fever coming hard, those fevers as if he was going to land a huge loan and win even bigger.
“i cumin! i cumin—!” you chanted, holding onto his beefy arm, hiding your face in it, trying to close your legs but for no avail, just to have hakari slam them open—
JACKPOT!
you came with a cry, body convulsing and the arch of your back could make him feral, feeling your walls spasm on his fingers as he rubbed your clit in circles and sucked on your neglected tits. you finally caught your breath after some cooing and praises from him, along the lines of “good fuckin girls” or “thats my girl, thats it.”
you tried to close your legs, until he slotted himself between you as you lay on your back.
“uh uh, i ain done with this pussy yet.” he said, freeing his cock and him hissing at the cool air. he rubbed your hips, to at least ease your body before he fucked you. your body was so fuckin pretty, he just doesn’t understand how you havent been touched in a year.
he kisses your plump lips, biting so softly and low growls coming from him. he kisses your neck, down to your collarbone, to your chest and your mounds.. your stomach, and your little tummy where your poor uterus was. he puts his forehead against yours, as he slides the fat of his cock in.
holy fuck did you not forget that.
you both had a small moan, remembering when you both were younger and fucked on the daily, at most three to four times a day. he wasnt even in all the way.
“pussy remembers who fucks it the best, already clamping down on my cock and im barely all the way in.” he snickered , looking down at you. “you wan me to show you where it is, mama?” you nodded.
“okay babydoll, this right here…” he slightly pulls his hips back, and slams it back into you, watching you throw your head back and moan so loud. “is your cervix.” he says, thrusting slower and moans a bit, trying to not get too crazy with it since he basically had to take your virginity back. “fuck you feel too good..” he whines.
“fuckohmygoddaddy–“ you whimper, gripping his shoulder with your nails and biting your lip, barely able to keep your thighs apart. you feel hakari kiss on your neck, groaning whenever he thrusts faster and hits that gummy spot. “oh shit..!”
“there you go.. take all that dick im givin you..” he said, moving your attention back to him. he looks you in your eyes as he thrusts, trying to maintain eye contact. only for him to fail and roll his eyes back. “huuuuuhhh fuck!” he groans out, pressing his forehead against yours and have some combination of thrusting and grinding together, drawing a whine from you.
“kin!—“ you moan out, coming on his cock, rolling your eyes back as your toes curl. the convulsions of your pretty pussy pushes hakari more to his climax, his hips thrusting into you faster with vigorous motion and him growing desperate was apparent.
“fucken fuck!” he shouts, pulling out and jerking himself until he feels his seed spurt out on your tummy, a little on your breasts, and just barely your chin.
you were barely conscious at this point, only just regaining consciousness and feeling a warm rag on your soft tummy, causing you to flinch.
“relax.. its just me ma.” he says, cleaning your body and wiping your pussy down ever so gently. youre so glad you taught him how to wipe you. “imma get you some clothes and im gunna take you to get some food.” he says, already half dressed.
you nod, getting a sip of your now room temperature water and sipping it. “ can we also go to wally world?” and both of you start grinning.
“oh shit!” you whisper, running into aisle h after you were just in l. walmart was your wally world, and you both always act a damn fool.
“y/n!” hakari laughs, trying his best to hold it in and holding you. “oh youre a fuckin moron.” he laughs, kissing your forehead several times. both of you being in the toy slash athletic department, looking at whatever to play when you made it back to your apartment.
you pick up a random toy, looks electronic and it somehow turns on, startling you and you throw it back and it makes a loud “CLANK!” hakari bursts into a laughing fit, as you walk away, pretending you dont know what just happened. hakari comes up behind you, hugging you from behind as he towers over you and kisses you.
“get off!” you say, because hes a giant and youre little, and hes heavy. you giggle, holding him back.
“not in a million years, babydoll.” he says, using his finger to tilt your head up and kiss you. “lets get some banquet and call it a night?” he says, raising an eyebrow. you know exactly what hes talkng about, causing you to swat at him.
“fuckin up my day!” you say, mocking that one tiktok sound and you both made it home by at least eleven fourteen at night, crashing on the couch.
hope you guys enjoyed this one… i opened up a can of worms.
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mamayan · 1 year ago
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Ahem. Hotaru Haganezuka ask here. He is a virgin but he's good w his fingers.
Anything for you!♥️ I need to write more for him, he’s such a cutie. I totally screwed up and forgot the virgin aspect, but he’s 100% a virgin before marriage so… this is just some relationship fluff.
☆彡Break Time★彡
Hotaru Haganezuka x Wife! Reader
TW: Spanking (¿) • Couples Argument • Fingering (F) • Very light edging/overstimulation
It’s been days, and for the first time in his life, Hotaru felt guilty.
He knew his own passion and obsession for work worried his fellow colleagues, especially Kozo, who often would monitor and intervene if he was taking it too far and jeopardizing his health. He’d never expressed his gratitude properly, as he is forced to swallow the bitter medicine of experiencing this stress himself.
There you were, his adorable and sweet new bride, working still. Even now. Hardly eating, not sleeping, and while you’ve bathed that’s the longest you’ve pulled yourself from your work. He wanted to be understanding, because truly he too enjoyed the craft he’s dedicated his life too… but it’s different when it’s you throwing your health away. His hypocrisy lost on him though, as he only focuses on the rising anger at your carelessness for your health. Never mind how he treats himself, that’s not the issue here.
You hadn’t moved in eight hours, not even when he spoke or tried to touch you. Instead, you became enraged when he attempted to intervene or redirect.
Hotaru is not a patient man. If he hadn’t been busy with his own work, you wouldn’t have gotten away with this so long.
Your sass and attitude maxing out his boiling point, though not a difficult thing to do, when you’d snapped at him.
“Hotaru! You’re being a nuisance, please let me focus!” You huffed, your tired eyes and furrowed brows not cute enough to stop his explosion.
“Woman! You’re done! Time for a damn break,” you’re hauled into his arms, before being thrown over his shoulder as he furiously rambles at you.
“What’re you even thinking?! Do you want to die?! When was the last time you ate, huh?! Or slept?!” His mood coupled with being torn from your concentration and lack of sleep, ignites your own fiery rage.
You begin pounding uselessly at his wide back, kicking your feet and making his eye twitch as you shout back.
“Idiot! I’m not tired, put me down! Who’re you to judge?! Ah!” You jolt, crying out and cutting your tirade short when a large palm smacks your ass. He lands another on the other cheek even as he storms towards your home.
“I’m stupid?! If you’re not tired, that’s fine. I’ll help make you tired.” He’s fuming, but it’s not anything new with the hot blooded man.
You go to speak again, but a firm squeeze to your ass has you hushing, your gut instinct telling you not to rile him up further. He enters your home and goes straight for your shared bedroom, gently swinging you back to your feet and pushing you down onto your bed.
He tosses the mask and hair cover, revealing his irritated expression and dark gaze.
“You gonna fix that attitude and sleep or am I gonna have to make you?” His arms crossed over his chest expose his forearms as his haori slides up. The thick veins and muscles have you somewhat simmering down, your work becoming slightly less important as you peak up at your husband.
It feels like you’re losing though, as you pout and contemplate the best route to returning to work.
You could give in, but when has he ever made it easy to tear him from his work? You had to tickle him to disable him long enough for Kozo to drag him home. Even then, you had to threaten him within an inch of his life to make him settle and do basic hygiene and eat. You’d become familiar with his knives and throwing them.
Thinking about what a pain he is when it comes to overworking, you can’t help pushing back.
“This is unfair Taru, I’m nearly done anyway so just let me—,”
“Fucking stubborn.” He mutters under his breath, truly not seeing the irony. He drops to his knees, gripping your shoulders and manhandling you onto his lap, sitting your back to his chest while he snickers at your protests.
“You really don’t want to be good for me?” His gruff tone has you pausing in your fight, swallowing thickly at the implication.
You do want to be good for him, but he’s clearly rubbed off on you because you also don’t feel like listening. Being so sleep deprived, you worried if you did rest you’d lose all sense of creativity and your work would be ruined if you stopped now.
“I-I do, but Taru…oh,” you still as you feel his rough hands smooth over your clothes, before slipping beneath to feel your bare thighs.
“Not oh,” He mocks teasingly, leaning over you to lick the shell of your ear as you softly squeal and try to turn away. “You need to say ‘yes my darling Hotaru, my wonderful husband, always know best’.” He can’t see you rolling your eyes, but he knows you aren’t amused in your cranky state. “Don’t want to listen?” His question is foreboding but you just huff in annoyance, trying to wiggle your hips to make his hands either move where you want them or release you.
He lets his fingers dance over your skin for a moment, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms after so many days apart.
Hotaru lets one finger drag up your bare slit, groaning as he realizes you wore nothing beneath your yukata.
“Did you not miss me?” He whispers in your ear, and the moan you release as he lightly uses your slick to coat your clit is lovely. “Your work truly can’t wait? Even for this?” He presses into you, sinking one thick finger deep inside while you pant and grind down onto his hand. “Taru~ feels good,” you melt into his firm chest, letting him slowly pump his digit in and out of your pussy.
He chuckles, letting you get nice and comfortable before he removes his finger, your whine met with a harsh slap over your clit.
He laughs at your cry, back to rubbing soothing circles again. “Didn’t want you falling asleep, you said you weren’t tired right?” Your arousal spiked but annoyance ignited again, you wrap your arms behind you, around his own neck. He complies to your nonverbal demand by leaning further and kissing you, swallowing your moans as you open for him to invade.
Your mouth is nearly as hot as your pussy, his finger returning with another to sink inside you again.
You’re putty in no time. One arm around your waist to keep you still as you moan and cry for him, begging for him to go faster or harder because he’s just shy of doing enough make you cum.
“What’s wrong doll? Wasn’t I a nuisance earlier, but now you’re making so many demands. At least this mouth is cute and honest.” He’s doing it on purpose, keeping your peak just out of reach as you slowly unfold in his arms. The squelching of your pussy is noisy, especially when he picks up speed and intensity, only to drop back to an agonizingly slow and exploratory pace. He has nail marks in his arms, but he’s uncaring as he dedicates his full attention to making you as wet as possible without letting you have an orgasm.
His eyes track your face, tears finally bubbling over and spilling as you sniff and babble at him, begging for forgiveness and mercy.
“Look at you pretty thing, am I just so deep inside your pussy?” He’s not letting you answer, slotting his lips against your own again as he begins to increase his pace, slipping yet another finger inside you. You’ve been held on the edge so long you can’t hold back anymore, crying into his mouth as you finally cum.
Hotaru breaks the kiss in amazement as you jerk and try to claw out of his hold, whining almost as if in pain until he sees the fluids from your pussy squirting out.
“Taru, please, no, I can’t—” you nearly choke on the words, unable to hardly breathe because he just keeps going. Those rough calloused fingers filling you up and spreading you wide as they fuck you.
Unfortunately for you, he’s not paying attention. Too focused and enamored with how much you came, how hard and intense, and without even meaning to, you’re sent over the edge again. You nearly wail, the force of your muscles contracting as the pleasure explodes behind your eyes is enough to almost render you unconscious.
The way you shake and writhe in his arms finally breaks his focus as he looks down at you, so fucked out from his fingers alone you can’t keep your eyes open.
A part of him wants to make you do that again, but another acknowledges his wife needs rest like he originally intended to force.
Orgasms were good for sleep though, right? He always found his mood improving after he’s came, and clearly it worked well for you. Your soft nearly boneless figure in his arms proof.
“Sleepy?” He’s soft, kissing your forehead and cheeks, rubbing his nose against yours as you yawn and nod. “Mhm…” he doesn’t tease you further, laying you down properly on the bed, and getting up for a damp wash rag to clean up, and even making sure you drink some water. He was a bit worried of dehydration since you’d cum so hard.
He could go back to work, there’s another project he needs to start soon…
Your warm and sleepy figure in bed stops him though. He can’t resist stripping and climbing in with you, pulling you close and breathing you in.
While he’s not going to stop work for something measly like sleep or food, he’d never say no to this. Holding you. Sleeping beside you. Waking up with you.
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sugar-coat-it · 9 months ago
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HEY!! Your smut is insane!! could i request something like matty and reader mutual masturbation telling eachother what to do?? 😋🤘🏻
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP YOU GOT IT BABE 
I thought it would be fun if they’re low-key bickering throughout it while still telling each other what to do, but it ends with them just being desperate to watch the other cum, totally forgetting the silly argument 
Uhhh yeah this started as a blurb and got pretty long, so, hope you like it anon!
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“Mm- no, you don’t get to touch me, not after what you pulled,” you murmur, pushing Matty back onto the pillows and off of your frame. 
Every fiber of you is screaming to just let your pride go and just allow him to keep running his hands over your body, pressing searing kisses to your neck and jawline. You’re well aware that the fires he sets under your skin can only be fully put out by him, but you’re also stubborn… at least for now. Matty just tuts, rolling his eyes at you and gazing off to the side, clearly fuming at the idea of his actions having consequences. Before you’d gotten back home, you’d been out at a pub where he’d been a complete and total prick to a guy at the bar whom he was convinced was trying to sleep with you. Death stares, possessive fingers digging into your waist, the whole ordeal. The whole car ride home had been tense, Matty’s jaw clenched with bitterness as he kept one commanding hand on your leg, his cold rings pressing into the plush skin of your thigh as he drove. His eyes were intensely trained on the road the whole time, deafening silence between you. Although he was being ridiculous, it sure did get you hot and bothered to see him so passionately envious. He obviously felt the same impulse to some degree, because the moment the door shut behind you, he was crushing his lips to yours, licking into your mouth ravenously as he pulled you flush against his body. The two of you had stumbled into the bedroom, messily shedding jackets to the floor as your eager hands roamed. 
“Seriously? Are you still on about the wanker from the pub?” he scoffs, unfastening his tie with deft fingers, working quickly until it’s hanging loose around his neck. 
“Yeah, I am! You were so rude to him when he was just being nice!” you exclaim, reaching for the zipper on your dress, trying to relieve some of the heat simmering beneath the fabric. 
“That’s a ridiculous thing to say. He told you you were… fucking, what did he say? “mothering, cunt slaying”?” 
“He was gay, you asshole!” you snort, your dress now a heap on the floor along with Matty’s button-down shirt.
“How was I supposed to know that? I don’t even have a clue as to what that fuckin’ means!” “Matthew, you’re so out of touch.”
His lip twitches with annoyance, but that doesn’t stop him from staring right at your tits, his hand tensing with the urge to reach out and greedily touch and grab what he believes is rightfully his. Just as hypocritical, you feel heat surge deep inside you as you glance down at the thick protrusion in his dark slacks, drinking in the sight of him leaning back against the pillows with his inked chest bared to you for your viewing pleasure. You’re both at an impasse, too proud to “lose” by reaching out for the other, which leaves only one option to relieve yourselves of your frustrations. 
“Well if I apparently can’t touch you, I’m not gonna sit here like an idiot with a hard-on,” he murmurs, cocking his head at you with a hint of sass. 
“What, are you gonna go have a wank in the bathroom, then?” you gape with disbelief, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Nope. Why should I? It’s my bed too,” he replies simply, reaching for his belt and undoing it, watching as you start practically salivating at the way his hands flex around the buckle.
The belt lands on the floor with a clank, but instead of taking off his trousers, he slides his hand down his chest slowly, sensually, taking his time as if you’re not even there. He trails his fingers down his stomach, his pace is entirely unhurried as he reaches for the crotch of his pants. Matty feels over his erection with the palm of his hand first, letting his eyes flutter closed as he tilts his head back against the pillow, gritting his teeth at the way he’s teasing himself. You can’t help the way you softly gasp when he suddenly grabs himself through the fabric, keeping a firm hold on his cock with a grunt, the veins in his hand bulging salaciously. Matty loosens his grip now, tracing the outline of his erection with two fingers, lingering on the tip just enough to make his hips jump forward with need. He has one hand casually behind his head while the other skillfully undoes the button and zipper of his pants, and only now does he crack one eye open just enough to watch the way you’re squirming, your face burning at the shameless display he’s putting on for you. You straighten up when you feel him looking at you, your face screwing up into a frustrated pout, not wanting him to know how whipped he’s got you. He just chuckles lowly, mirth crinkling at the corners of his eyes while he’s lifting his hips to pull his pants down, knowing all too well what he’s doing to you from the way your thighs clench.
Indignance strikes in you like lightning as you realize that he shouldn’t be the only one enjoying himself. He’s the one who was being an ass tonight after all; you should be making him remember the power you undeniably hold over him too. You begin to mirror him, letting out an exaggerated sigh as you slide your hands up your sides and grope your breasts through the cups of your bra, staring back at him with lustfully lidded eyes. He couldn’t be more pleased, a sleazy smirk tugging at his lips as he stares right back, testing your restraint further and further as the room gets hotter.
“Mhm, that’s it, keep touching your tits love, you’re great wank material,” Matty winks, his hand now snaking under the elastic band of his briefs as he starts stroking himself with a sigh.
You huff, sending him an annoyed look at him treating you like his personal porno, but you’re even more frustrated that his hand is hidden beneath the cover of his underwear. You can only see the outline of his cock as beads of precum soak into the dark fabric, his wrist languidly moving up and down his shaft as his hips shift back and forth slightly.
“What is it? You wanna see?” he coos before letting out a deep moan just to really put the nail in the coffin.
You’d like to call him arrogant, a prick maybe, especially because of the boastful, pride-ridden look on his face as he lazily jerks himself off. But instead what comes out is:
“Yeah…” 
It’s against your better judgment, but you can’t say you really regret a thing when he pushes the elastic past his weeping erection, letting you get a full view of the way he’s slowly circling his thumb around the tip of his cock as he just smiles that stupid, charming smile. It’s enough motivation to eradicate your inhibitions as you spread your legs out atop the sheets, hooking your finger into your ruined panties and sliding them to the side. Matty is starting to lose his cool now, his movements getting a little quicker, his eyes widening just a bit as you keep one hand cupping your breast while the other ventures between your thighs. He lets out a choked groan at the sight of you taking your fingers and spreading yourself open for him to watch, collecting the honey that’s gathered at your sopping hole and dragging it up to your clit. You moan breathily, biting your lip as you begin circling two fingers around the swollen bundle of nerves, the slight sense of relief making your head swim.
“You can go faster than that, can’t you?” you tempt, having had enough of his little lax pleasure session. 
Matty’s lips press into a thin line as you attempt to order him around, muttering something under his breath. Yet, he still obliges, his hand moving a little swifter as he drags his fist up all the way from the base to the head, twisting his wrist the way you usually do it. A prideful smile twitches at the corners of your mouth before you can stop it while you’re drawing tight circles around your clit the way Matty knows you like it. However, nothing could ever compare to the way his calloused fingers rub at you until you’re seeing stars, not even your own hand. 
“Want you to take your bra off,” Matty commands in return, his breathing getting heavier as his chest heaves, he’s trying not to buck up into his hand and appear too eager. 
You move as quickly as possible, not wanting to be left aching for too long as you move to unclasp your bra, needing both hands. The moment your bra is sliding down your shoulders, your hand slithers back between your legs, rubbing little figure eights on your clit to make your toes curl and your head tilt back, your hair spilling down your shoulders.
“You could have been the one touching my tits if you hadn’t been so mean,” you pout spitefully, grabbing a handful of one of your breasts with your free hand.
“Do you even know how to make yourself cum anymore? I’ve spoiled you too much haven’t I?” Matty snaps back, completely ignoring your little comment despite how badly he’d love to lick and suck at your perfect breasts right now.
He’s fisting his cock a little harder as he watches you pleasure yourself, knowing damn well he would be doing a better job, which only makes him further ticked off. You gasp as you pinch your nipple between two fingers the way he does, sending a harsh pang of need straight to your core. Meanwhile, Matty makes a frustrated grunting noise as he tries to recreate the way your lovely hands slicked with his precum would grasp and pump him time and time again. The both of you are ironically unable to get off unless you mimic the way the other’s hands work.
“Have you ever heard that jealousy is a disease?” you mention sarcastically between little gasps for breath, your cunt fluttering around nothing. 
“That’s nice, princess. Two fingers inside, now.” 
Wordlessly, you follow his instructions, whimpering as you coat your fingers with your arousal before sinking them inside your needy hole. Matty’s eyes are trained on the space between your thighs, his jaw going slack as he watches your digits disappear inside you and then reappear even more drenched. His strokes are getting jerkier, he’s cursing under his breath as he tries to resist delving between your legs and taking care of you himself. His chocolatey curls bounce with his movements, a thin sheen of sweat glistening across his chest and his forehead. 
“Don’t like being punished for wanting to keep what’s mine, y’know. Stick your tongue out,” he grunts, giving himself a particularly hard squeeze. 
“So possessive,” you purr, obliging his little fantasy because you know exactly what he wants to see. 
A cheeky glint in your eyes, you let your tongue slip past your lips as you pant, relishing in the way Matty’s cock twitches sharply in his fist as he stares at you, unable to help the way he whines when a drop of saliva drips from your pliant tongue onto your tits. You know how absolutely depraved you must look, fingering yourself while moaning with your tongue hanging out of your mouth. The things you do for love (and good sex). 
“Shit, that’s a lovely view, ain’t it? S’better when you’re not talking too. C’mon, don’t slow down,” he prattles, his voice smooth and dark like tinted glass.
“Only if you fuck your fist for me properly,” you interject, feeling just as worthy of making sensual demands. 
Matty scoffs like he’s above doing something so vulgar, but the moment he sees that you’re in fact slowing your movements down, he’s snapping his hips up into his fist, groaning far too loudly as he clenches his hand around his shaft. Sufficiently pleased, you go back to sticking your tongue out like his obedient little sweetheart while you continue to pump your fingers in and out of yourself. Matty’s eyes roll back with fluttering lashes as he thrusts upwards over and over, his abs tensing with the effort of keeping up his relentless pace. You feel yourself shudder the moment the whites of his eyes disappear and he’s gazing at you again, the eye contact makes warmth rush over your skin in a familiar, pleasant wave. God, the obscene symphony of sounds from your separate pleasure sessions would be enough to make anyone blush. You’re both starting to forget why you’re playing this little game in the first place, heads hazy with raw desire.
“Getting close…” you murmur, the challenging tone of your voice fading into a softer sort of desire, like you can’t help but appreciate the absolute treat of your gorgeous boyfriend before you. 
Matty’s gaze softens in return, his eyebrows sloping with a pining sort of look instead of being furrowed with intensity, his curls are sticking to his forehead, damp with his sweat. His breaths are coming in short gasps, moans freely spilling from his lips as his eyes wildly flick from your longing expression to your breasts, to your diligent fingers. Every little sound you make only encourages him to go harder, to fuck faster, the bed creaking louder as the headboard repeatedly meets the wall behind it. 
“Ohh, I know, I know, me too. Shit, you’re so good, love. So perfect for me with that pretty pink cunt of yours spread open, fuck,” he rambles, his words tapering off into a whimper. 
His filthy words have your cheeks burning, heat prickling at them as you sigh out, your hips rocking into your own hand as you feel the tension gathering deep inside. It feels like it’s all getting ready to snap at any moment, and Matty can see it plastered all over your face. He knows you well enough to know the way your eyes widen when you’re going to climax, he’d made it his personal mission to learn all your tells. The whole pub incident might as well have never happened with how intent you both are to watch the other fall to pieces, eagerly relying on the other’s pleasure to get off.
“Please, please, Matty, wanna cum with you,” you whisper, your voice quivering much like your legs. 
“Shit, yeah? Go ahead love, gonna watch you make a mess, okay? I’m right here,” he breathes, restraining himself to only look into your eyes as you start to lose yourself. 
You’re falling weightlessly beyond the edges of pleasure, but you force yourself to stay upright enough to gaze back at Matty while your orgasm begins to crash over you in waves, your walls clenching and fluttering around your fingers while your lips part with a silent cry. Matty’s not far behind you, especially not with the scene before him of his perfect girl falling apart just for him. Hot spurts of cum cascade over his fist and his stomach, adorning his tattooed skin with pearly ropes as he moans garbled praises of your name.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck,” he groans, his hips pistoning up into his closed fist with sloppy, blissed-out thrusts, not once breaking the shiver-inducing eye contact. 
Your chest is still heaving, you’ve barely even started coming down from your high before you’re lunging for Matty, and he’s reaching out just as fast, his hands finding your waist like they’ve made their home there. You let your full body weight lean into him as you kiss him longingly like it’s been years since you’ve felt their touch. Neither of you seems to mind the way his cum is spreading all over your stomach and your tits between your flushed bodies, you’re too busy clutching at each other and locking lips like overzealous teen lovers. 
“Didn’t feel as good as when you do it, Matty,” you croon against his mouth, your hands adoringly sliding into his hair. 
“I know, sweetheart,” he pants, his thumbs tenderly rubbing little circles against your hip bones, “please, can I give you proper treatment now? Wanna make up for it, I was bein’ an arse, m’sorry.”
You just nod, looking up at him like he’d hung each individual star in your own personal sky as his warm breath fans over your lips. The glint in Matty’s eyes at your agreement tells you that he’s going to be spending quite some time worshipping you tonight, lovingly taking you apart with his hands until you’ve had enough. All is well in the world.
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